7:01 PM: Excuses

Last night, we spent dinner at the house of Wyree.. and Deann.. I really don't want to misspell their names so i'll just call them the Kenyan woman and her Serbian husband. Their house was just too cool for comfort, with masks from Africa and some spears and a shield on one side, to Serbian art forms and articles on the other. Their dining room was cute and was themed Italian. As we settle for dinner the guy promptly stands and offers red wine from France and poured as if it was Nestea.

They instisted on everything fresh from the oven, stove, whatever, so she made spinach rolls and smoked fish for the appetizer, and i'm amazed at how she made the rolls from scratch. It was just too cool. When she served lamb with potatoes I could hardly keep up, so I ended up passing the potatoes for some bread. Very smart and cool Serbian guy gives me a cup of latte from his own espresso machine, which I found really amazing. I'm full at this point, but not full enough to pass up the missus' pineapple crumble (again, from scratch).

Serbian sir gets up and returns with a small tin box of chocolates, and offers me one. I gladly take it, but now wish I didn't; i'm craving for that small piece of heaven on earth... and there's nothing like that near here. -_-

Well anyway, i'm thinking about signing myself up for getting a Mhendi henna tomorrow. It's 3pm and I haven't eaten today. I'm getting woozy and so is my blog entry. Meh. Forgive me.