Young, wild and free

I had my best weekend! I'm not kidding, it was truly amazing. And I'm currently listening to Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa and I feel like I can totally relate. For the kingdom of Heaven is at hand.

My weekend was a huge party. Almost like the kind of party you see in the Hangover movies, except for dangerous drug lords and monkeys and tigers. There were only very nice drug lords who didn't mind sharing. But then again, my friend and I aren't some middle middle-aged dudes, but two hot blonde chicks. So I guess the cards were in our favor.

And we're currently living our hot girl summer, meaning as many parties as possible. It's urgently and desperately needed after months and months of isolation. So we had our first party on Friday, a DJ set in a fancy bar with fancy people. Do a little dance, make a little love, get down. It was fun, but oh boy, it was nothing in comparison to Saturday.

Saturday was the very first time that I went to a secret rave party. Even though I live in one of the best places in the world to go to these parties, I somehow never had the courage. But not being able to live your life the way you want changes things, and so I'm much more in this Carpe Diem, or rather Carpe Noctem state of mind. In addition to that, I've been watching White Lines and I kinda wanna keep up. And I definitely did. I'm sure I'll remember this party on my deathbed. So let me describe this place.

Obviously, no one knew the location. There was a secret meeting point that was revealed only one hour before the party started. From there, we followed a guide into the woods until we heard the first noises coming from a huge DJ set in the middle of nowhere, majestically lit by fluorescent spotlights. It was still early, but people were already having the time of their lives. Honestly, it's hard to describe the scene without making it sound corny. But I swear this party was the pinnacle of genuineness and insouciance. I think I've never lived as much in the moment as in these hours.

I'm normally quite the introvert. Or at least I am until I get to know people. But there, everything was just easy going. And instead of weird and unpleasant smalltalk people just connected organically. I have to admit, I had a little help to let go of your inhibitions. I think this experience was how I imagined living in the 60s. And what's better than a location surrounded by bushes to get that free-spirit 60s feeling? I guess that's how I lost my phone, somewhere cozying up to a cute guy on a blanket in the woods. But it was totally worth it. And since everyone at that party was so amazing, and since I seem to have really good Karma, someone found my phone and gave it back to me.

I called it a night on Sunday, 9 AM. And now, I can't wait to go to the next secret rave. Fortunately, the season has only started. I'll definitely keep you posted and will take some more pics along the way. Until then, have a great week!