Takk fyrir gamla árið
Just around midnight amidst the shortest war on earth, NYE in 101 Reykjavik. Tyler is the silhouette on the right, and the dude with the bottle is Tyler's friend Ole. There is no official fireworks show in Reykjavik, instead the entire city erupts in one of the most sublime fireworks shows I've ever had the privilege to witness. After watching the show from Ole's penthouse balcony, we went over to Korka's friend Silla's house for absinthe drinking and dance partying. Lots of the folks who made the (very awesome) music that we danced to were attending the party. Which was fun. SO MANY GOD DAMN HOT FUCKING GIRLS. I didn't talk to hardly any of them, but I had a damn good time.
Miss you all and love you lots. Here is my midnight love letter to all of you: Part 1, Part 2
Takk fyrir gamla árið. It means "Thanks for the old year", and is one of the sweetest ways I've ever heard to say "Happy new year".
Miss you all and love you lots. Here is my midnight love letter to all of you: Part 1, Part 2
Takk fyrir gamla árið. It means "Thanks for the old year", and is one of the sweetest ways I've ever heard to say "Happy new year".