Some weeks ago, I got one year closer to the awful and frightening age of 30. The counter is at 28 now and I'm really afraid of losing my hair and turning gray after 30. Since I have my fathers hair, it's not likely that I'll get bald soon, but grey for sure. Anyway, this year, celebrating my birthday was awesome; I celebrated two times. My actual birthday, I spent in Russia, which for obvious reasons was great. I flew east-bound on the 6th and turned 28 the same night at 0:00. Lena gave me my present (which I actually took with me from the Netherlands, but I didn't know what was in that strange looking package) just after midnight. She got me a binary watch, the ultimate geek wrist jewlery! The next day, my Russian family prepared a very nice lunch and I got meet Lena's grandfather. Communicating was hard, since my Russian is still very basic and her grandfathers English is pretty rusty. Anyway, I think we hit it off pretty well.
In the evening we went to a restaurant to celebrate with my Russian friends. Lena's family gave me half a day in a professional music studio to record the vocal tracks for a song I wrote for her a few months back. On Saturday we went there and it was super. I was pretty nervous to sing, but after 4 attempts, the sound engineer had enough stuff to make a mix. After 3 hours of montage, the vocals were ready and I was handed a CD. And no, I'm not going to publish it.
The next day, we were invited to a wedding of Lena's best friend. Very nice and interesting, since it was my first Russian wedding. Weddings there and here are different, but I'll not go into the details now. The experience itself was great. On Monday, the inevitable moment came to fly back. Always hard, but I managed.
The second part of my birthday was the Dutch version. I invited some Dutch friends and we celebrated at my house. The atmosphere was nice, although the party turned out to be a circle-party (typical Dutch party where people sit in a circle talking and I actually hate these kinds of parties), but the all beer and wine finished, someone puked and most were pretty drunk. After midnight we went out to the city center to continue celebrating. The pinnacle of the evening was a round of Vodka, where one of my friends decided to not pour the drink into his mouth, but splashed it into his eyes. Zanas!
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