To the Sound of the Speaker

Burn it all down // Wanna buy another round // Gonna light up in the sound, of the speaker. 

Let’s see. There was Bronson’s farewell, where we sent him off to Cambridge. And we crashed into Irene’s Hen Party. Though from this picture, it is quite evident who is the crasher. Bro, I’m looking at you. The party carried on at SOUL.

We had supper/breakfast at 5 am, felt like once upon a time, in party land far far away. I can’t believe I used to do that every weekend, years ago. Kinda glad I have my blog to remind me of those fun times.