McGyver

Friday I went to a fancy party with a group of workmates. The party had a theme - "Dress to Impress" - and I was indeed dressed accordingly. It was a lot of fun, the venue was really nice and the drinks (Swedish vodka only) were blindingly strong. My favourite part of the evening though was not the dancing, the mingling or the general showing off - no it was while I still was at home, getting ready to go out. I was all dressed up in my best attire (semi-fancy-shmancy)and wanted to enjoy a beer before I left the house. To my dismay I realized that (of course) my poorly equipped kitchen didn't include a bottle opener. Hmm what to do what to do. In the end I pried the damn bottle open - with a can of tuna. I felt like a really well dressed McGyver.

Saturday was all about me regretting those vodka drinks.
Sunday saw me walking around Rome for five hours, writing postcards and shamlessly eavesdropping on American tourists. The weather is still nice and to my great vexation I'm being chewed up by mosquitoes!

Tonight it's pizza time. My colleague M has promised to show a bunch of us where (quote) the galaxy's best pizza (unquote) can be found. I'm not holding my breath here.

Ciao!