Unity jazz

So there we were, casually strolling through the city, when my famished ex suddenly transformed into a restaurant-sniffing bloodhound. Every corner we turned: "How about here?" "Nope!" "Here?" "Definitely not!" 🥴 #HangryVibes

Then, we stumbled upon this random jazz bar. My ex is practically drooling at this point, so we just dive in. The food? A solid 6/10, and that’s me being nice. But let’s talk about the real kicker: THE MUSIC. 🎷 Imagine trying to enjoy your mediocre meal while a trumpet attacks your eardrums like a sonic missile. 🎺💥 I do like jazz, but this was like stress jazz, as if Miles Davis himself was trying to see how fast he could make us leave.

We were practically shouting across the table like we were in a construction zone. 🗣️💨 Forget small talk—this turned into an Olympic-speed eating contest. 🏅🍽 Fastest one wins and gets to leave the chaos.

By the end of it, I’m swallowing food whole, channeling my inner snake, just to survive. 🐍 "Chewing? Nah, no time for that." Half-chewed food? Check. Questionable digestion? Double check. #JazzTrauma #ChewYourFoodPeople

But hey, we made it out alive, and continued our epic quest, stomachs slightly confused but spirits intact. 💪😂 #NeverAgain #StrollOfSurvivalWeiterlesen