pre-summer-vacation-hysterics

I’m finally starting to look forward to something like a summer vacation, one more week and I’ll be off to France, to enjoy a long, loud and lazy Reggae-Festival, then maybe one week in Spain, the little place Sitges is supposed to be very pretty and the boys are cute but gay and don’t bother you (ahem, me) at the beach, sounds like heaven to me. I guess I’ll have to look after my lover, though.

Now I have to get a million things done, write letters and emails, clean my flat, get the last of my work done, feed my neighbor’s guinea pigs, buy new shoes and a backpack, wash all my clothes – and pickle cucumbers. Yes, my friend Heike and I are going to make our own pickled cucumbers tonight, I still have my Grandma’s old recipe and I feel I just can’t live without these cucumbers.

Last weekend we spent a day in Belgium at the Dour festival, lots of dub and drum’n'bass there, it was fun but exhausting and if you crawl into your tent at six in the morning you don’t really get a chance to sleep because an hour later the sun is already getting hot.
I got incredibly sunburnt while packing up my tent and carrying all the stuff to the car, couldn’t wear a bra on Sunday because my shoulders hurt like hell…

Okay, that’s it for today, I have to run and get some jars for the cucumbers – I’ll tell you how they taste in about three weeks!

~ by bine on July 21, 2004.