I am now one year closer to midlife crisis but at least the transition to thirty-five was good. There was a quiet but utterly nice get-together at the place i watch. People i care a lot about appeared and we talked and drank through the night. Actually, the whole thing was so Fellini (a phrase coined by Fish to describe a day, or night, where nothing just can’t get any better, and then it suddenly does) that i even forgot to go wild with the camera :)Waheeb brought a cake (which later became breakfast) and i even got some prezzies, including a beautiful kiwi keychain that got promoted into a necklace and some rather nifty Timorese candleholders which i have no idea how to get home in the three pieces they came in.

It was the best of nights and all i could possibly ask for. A Fellini night. Thanks guys.