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A pretty extreme weekend actually. One of those cover every base well kind of weekend (not sexual kind of bases, was not that kind of weekend at all).
Lars came over from the UK for the party. As often happens the proper party did not happen as planned and the real festivities happened the Sunday afternoon.

Friday night was pretty unremarkable having a falafel before and after going to the pub was cool and may become something of a routine actually. Saturday was nice and civilised, I got a fair amount of studying done before having people around for supper. We ended up at a sports bar playing darks and flirting with homeless people, while I debated the need for a Black Artists Music awards with a stubborn Irish girl who will probably not read my blog.