My favourite Grecian girl Afroditty finally turned twentehhh-one last week – cue Britney’s I’m not a girl – so a celebratory dinner was in order. Place of jubilations was Berlin, a cosy restaurant slash bar only about a stone’s throw away from my place. The perfect situation to pull out my highest of heels and shortest of dresses, one would think. But unfortunately, baby Afrodite was born in one cold month, and even the 2 minute walk couldn’t convince my rational self to dress up in anything but a warm sweater. My inner Béyonce did get the best of me and thus I wore sequin pants. Because, well, yolo.
Oh and btw: we go out for dinner? Kim’s buying burgers – only certainty in life. Thanks for the fun night out galpals!