The force of the hangover I woke up with slapped me in the face. It was my fifth day in Munich, which by my calculations is exactly two nights too many to be spent at Oktoberfest.
Everything would have been
An overdue girls’ weekend is like a sip of magic potion. A whipped cream-covered sundae on a hot day. A meditation of sorts; each deep breath in rewarded with a belly laugh out. It allows you to stop thinking of