May 1 has always had a strong connection to party, party, party. When I still lived in Finland, the point was to drink copious amounts of cider, watch hockey and go completely crazy. This year, however, was very different and very grown-up (even the coke was decaffeinated); we gathered a group of friends, got the dog and went for a picnic in the mountains. The rain turned into boiling sunshine, we ate well and all the girls found a cactus to bring home.
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