A night (almost) out in London
Londoners can’t dance. Bottom line. Even the homos. Bottom line? Truth.
In case you need a quick smile.
I can’t believe it’s already been three weeks. This woman changed my life in all of the best ways possible, and we never even met. Check this out if you want to hear some real sangin’.
The morning after.
Not your usual run-of-the-mill coffee shop but it’ll do. It’ll do something.
Bon voyage, Paris… Hallo, Amsterdam!
