Easy Like Sunday Morning

Sunday was lazy and sunny, and nice.
The kind of day that a Sunday is meant to be.

A drunk Spanish man in the park spent a good five minutes jumping over Caroline, Kaly and I, shouting "WALLA!".

Then he passed out on Caroline.

I saw this dog and felt my soul melt into a cheesey puddle.

Got talked into some 10euro herrigbone pants I'm sure I'll never wear, ate tasty pasta at Flo's, and saw "Greenberg" (Which I liked!) with Annabelle.
Nice day.