Mixed weekend

Hello there! Man, I had a really mixed weekend. It was mixed because of the emotions.On Saturday I had to go to Szigetvár to perform a fashion show with other models. There wouldn’t have been any problem with it, but we were told to go there at 3 p.m., although the show only began at 8 p.m., and I would’ve even accept the decision, if the girls were told to go there at 3 o’clock, because they had a more difficult choreography than us guys had, and they had to have their hair and the make-up done. As for the boys; well we only had to practice the choreography a few times and had to dress up and nothing more. This was the nerve-wrecking part of my weekend. The next day compensated me for everything that had happened the day before.Sunday morning was the first morning this year in which I felt good. It must’ve been because of the awesome sunny weather, which meant riding day for Balázs. Right after going home from shopping I’ve jumped into my riding suit, pushed my motorbike out of the garage, and the route of dreams suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. It was a kind of cocktail of the feeling “laying on the beach”, and the “…on the highway to hell…” atmosphere. I hope now you understand why it was a mixed weekend.
P.S.: This was supposed to be published two weeks earlier, but the blogger program prevented me to do so.
See y'all later!