My very first hangover

Happy Cuddle Day everyone! Cuddles from me to you all....

Yesternight was a good night! After having worked all week and having gotten a rest on Saturday morning it was definitely party time yesterday. Olaf had gotten it into his head that he was going to try to make sushi himself for the first time, so we invited Idil and Meghan for dinner at our place.

Olaf had been in the kitchen all day - and I had been enjoying myself reading and watching movies on the couch as I wasn't allowed in the kitchen - and he succeeded admirably, of course (I hadn't expected otherwise). And he didn't just make sushi, but he prepared a four course 'fusion' meal. We started off with artichokes with three different dips, which I think he did for me because I absolutely love artichokes prepared this way! Then we had Japanese miso soup in the very cute new little bowls we had bought at the international food store on Thursday. The sushi itself was wonderful! Olaf had prepared some pieces with salmon, some with tuna, some with shrimps and some vegetarian ones with spring onions and they were gorgeous and tasted divine. The last course was a lovely home-made pineapple carpaccio which was the perfect end to a perfect dinner. However, we didn't stop drinking when the meal was finished, obviously.

Of course Olaf had prepared way too much, so he's having some pieces of sushi a snack while I'm typing this. So would I, if I wasn't so f*cking hung over. At the moment I'm experiencing my first official hangover since I have been in Italy. And it was about time. I have never gone that long without a hangover! Well, not since I was eighteen or so anyway. So I'm hurting but really proud of myself right now. We went out to the Johann Sebastian Bar (Don't you love the name? Yes, it's as 'fout' as it sounds!) again and it was as crazy as the time we went there before when Bastiaan and Anne were visiting. The fifty year-old eastern European botoxed barbie doll DJ singing in her incomprehensible accent to famous songs was livening up the place and the transsexual/transvestite was entertaining all the dirty old men who were obviously there to get laid by one of the not-so-pretty and not-so-young women. It was a blast, of course! We drank way too much, I smoked way too much and Meghan kept falling over because she was really drunk. The transsexual/transvestite (I didn't have the heart or the linguistic capability to ask him/her what he/she really was) and I actually sandwiched Meghan on the dance floor. On the way back I had to walk behind Olaf and follow him closely in order not to fall over or lose my way. It was lovely. I enjoyed that immensely.

So, today, my head hurts and doing all the dishes was horrific but that's all finished now. I'm happily settled on the couch thinking back on a great weekend. We're just going to stay in tonight, get some kebabs and watch a movie. That's the only thing I'm capable of right now. What a night...

Have a good week, everybody!

xxx, Fe