Great photos, smirnoff!
There was an unexpected development during my weekend: on Friday, I met two of my equally anglophile friends, and the plan was to have tea and dinner, and then watch a BBC costume drama. Well, during dinner, one of my friends confessed to a Robert Pattinson/
Twilight obsession, which resulted in us watching
Twilight, because my other friend had read all the books and was curious about the film, and I couldn't help but be intrigued about the man (boy?) that had seduced my oh-so sophisticated friend. The film was rather horrible but weirdly entertaining in a train-wreck sort of way, but I couldn't for the life of me see what my two friends (or should I say the two squeeing little girls beside me on the couch) saw in that vampire. I honestly tried, but, ahem, no. It was so much fun to argue about the whole business, though, so it was not a waste of time
The
dinner my friends (not the same friends as above) made for me on Saturday was indeed the best thing ever. The goat cheese was seasoned with honey and rosemary, and my favourite part of the whole dinner.
What did I learn from this weekend? I have weird and wonderful friends (and the weirder they are, the more wonderful they are, too).