Happy birthday to me. Just woke up now at 12 and I'm feeling a bit tired and hungry. Luckily my dear friends Carol and Cheryl have invited me and Mike to go for brunch in an hour.
Yesterday was what some might refer to as "a blast". The tango was beautiful and the whole setting was just so romantic and different from what I've experienced so far. It felt like I had stumbled into an argentinian tavern in the 1960s, packed with sailors from all over the world dancing tango. For all you swedes, it's quite exactly the setting where I imagined the song "Fritiof och Carmencita" took place.
After that we went to an irish pub/club called The Shannon. It was quite nice indeed. Met some new friends and didn't go to bed until 6 am. So now I've slept 6 hours has a light hint of a hangover and haven't even had my *real* birthday celebration. That will be tonight. But now it's time to move out,
ta ta
