So about a couple of weeks ago I went to a concert with some friends of mine. It was pretty decent, though the heat was unbearable and the excessive amount of people in such close proximity made me easily spiral into panic. It was the mere notion that I was, in fact, at such an important concert, that made me bear it all, and somehow also convinced me to like it though I really didn't. The place we stayed at was weird. Like any other B&b apartment I've ever been in, it's decorations were absolutely hilarious. Stock images decorated the wall next to very famous artwork copies, honestly a worthy and unending juxtaposition that characterizes every single one of these structures. It's like the owners have zero idea how to decorate the rooms in order to appease the clients, and they end up putting random things that people might like, and if they don't like one thing, they'll like one of the other 1000. As I previously said, this is hilarious. Every time I enter...
