All sum­mer long we’ve been sort of mourn­ing our lack­ing party fever. No con­vin­cing Open Airs except for one or two scattered between the sunny days, no twelve hour dancing-shifts til the sun rises, no spon­tan­eous house parties that were filled to the rim with glor­i­ous moments of fun and youth.

We were pretty sure that this had to do with the parties get­ting worse and us get­ting older. So nowadays, when we head over to a birth­day brunch on a Sunday after­noon, we don’t really expect any­thing dra­matic to take place. Last Sunday though? Shit. Got. Wild. I can’t really recount how it happened. It was a sunny day and Stef­fen had invited his friends to his WG. It was fairly dark in there, with a bar in the liv­ing room and a ping-pong table set up and loud music blar­ing. When we arrived, nobody was really dan­cing — and yet there was an extraordin­ary vibe, like some­thing was bound to hap­pen here sooner or later. So we stuck around. And yeah, loads of things happened.

We prom­ised our birthday-kid and friend Stef­fen to put the pic­tures online, and we’re doing it because we need proof that at some point in this sum­mer, we DID have a good party.

And that’s really the best thing right there, when you end up dan­cing, laugh­ing, drink­ing and fall­ing over all the time without hav­ing expec­ted it at all. When you stumble into a moment and just stay with it til you fall asleep. A liv­ing room, a bar, motiv­ated people and loud music: that’s all you need for a big Sunday surprise.