It was a long wedding night

It wasn’t us. Well, it’s us on the pics, but we are not the ones who married last Saturday. Our dear friends Susanna and Matthias said yes and I say, first, congratulations again and, second, thanx so much for the great party.
Of course Petra, Bekka and me were the last guests to leave when it was daylight again. Well, bad luck for me, because I had to work the next day. Or, no, the same day. Hm, let’s say, I survived!
Why Petra wore that strange dress? Together with her VW Beetle she played chauffer for the bridal couple, which was obviously great fun!

Billie Jean is not my lover,
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Going retro

Well, I SHOULD study for my upcoming "Magister"-Exam or finally finish the good old term paper about Welfare State Reforms. But, luckily, I have better things to do. First I found an old record player among Dad's stuff. Then Petra found a second-hand record-store and bought me an old Bruce Spingsteen album. Thanx again, it's so great!

Fucking perfect Trail

Mates,

we're back from Lago di Garda. What we did was a pretty good mixture of relaxing hours at the beach and highly-dangerous sport-adventuring. Of course I couldn't leave without rocking the famous Dosso-dei-Roveri-Trail. I've been biking in the Alps for seven years now and that's one of the best. Definetly my favorite at Lago di Garda. Uh, and: Petra was biking as well. She did a fucking good job! Grats, my luv! Of course the whole thing didn't work without a bit of collatoral damage...

We'Re not the only ones staring at the sun,
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