Caught Red-Handed

So today was a day off and it was utterly perfect. Got my laundry done, hit the gym, went to ice-cream, went to MUMOK museum with Matt and Robbie, had a coffee in the Museums Quartier, ate a delicious meal that Matty cooked up and sat out on my roof with red wine. All was going fantastically – museum way interesting, weather perfect (I was in short and a t-shirt!), dinner was so yum BUT apparently the hotel opposite us didn’t want us on the roof. They called the police. When they arrived, we ran = red wine all over my floor and a little drama ensued. My love for my roof has been shattered. I am extremely disappointed at the recent revelation.