Yesterday for no reason we had a cocktail party at our place. A lot of people came which came as a surprise. We had a super night. Everything went fine. People were happy, the crowd was homogeneous and everybody talked to everybody. The weather was all right, good enough to hang out on the balcony with no extra layer on. The real plus I shall mention is that with some very improbable circumstances I was the only representative of my nation. Not that it would be a problem otherwise but there is this funny coincidence that make my fellow citizen and friends some annoying bastards and/or social disabled. I was also very suprised to see so much people later on downtown. I thought because of the Hvítasunnudagur and the bars closing at 3am the town would be dead. Nop. As the matter of fact I turned the giant spinning wheel two times and won 3 pints and two shots (ok I loose if I make the math but that could have been worst hey). After my recent social crisis I felt so revealed to discover that people around me are not all idiots. No one, not even one person wasn’t interesting to talk to that night. Impressive…
