Yesterday, I should have been present at a wedding, but unforeseen complications hindered my presence. Well, you can't go to all the things you want to go to, it seems. Instead, I went to my dear friend Iris's place, where she had her traditional garden party.
She had invited a bunch of friends and colleagues and neighbours, and we all were having a ball at the roof terrace behind her house. She said, she wanted a Garden Party, but when she tried inviting an Australian acquaintance to the event, he just said: "That's not a garden, that's a backyard!" and then Iris decided not to invite him after all.
We ate and drank and talked and I was very happy with the amount of Finnish that I understood. I have felt very rusty in the Finnish department all summer, but maybe that is just all in my mind. I even engaged in some Finnish-langauaged conversation, and that was great fun. The more tired I grew, the more my brain disconnected the Finnish chatter, and at one point, at half past midnight or so, I was just to rise from my chair and get home before I fell asleep there and then.
That's when Iris pointed out to her friends that I can be labelled the walking, talking Eurovision jukebox, and they all started popping up with years and countries, and expected me to sing the tune in question. Slightly embarrassing at first, and great fun after a while. One of Iris's friends even tipped me with some coins, while somebody else pointed out that you should insert money into the jukebox, and maybe place the coins in my ear or something.
So much for my early night, and me and Erika were the last ones to leave, and we shared a taxi right before four in the morning. So this day has all been one long, extended sleepmorning, with some washing, folding and organising of the wardrobe in between.
And I have to go and feed Niki's cats as well. Miau. And get some more sleep, as I'm expected at school tomorrow morning at seven, as usual. Yawn.
