Good morning, everyone!
Did I mention that our 18-year-old son is attending the Wacken metal festival for the first time? And true to Wacken tradition, they got absolutely drenched – it poured like crazy.
Wacken Pictures (ndr.de)
I mean, it's one thing to watch the festival on the
news and see people wading through what looks like waist-deep mud...
And it's quite another to lie awake at night, listening to the rain hammering down like a tsunami on your roof, wondering how your son is doing out there.
Well – what can I say? He's fine.
How do I know that?
Not because he sent a message saying, “Dear parents, I’m doing well.”
No.
He wrote:
“Yesterday I had boobs in my face.”
'nuff said. Coffee.