Yesterday was one of those evenings that you just know you’ll be laughing about for weeks. We went to little Danica’s birthday party. Sweet Danica, the beauty of the family, turned six and has just started preschool on September 1st together with her cousin. You know that bittersweet stage where kids look like they’re stepping into the big world, but at the same time they are still tiny humans who think a balloon is the greatest invention ever? That’s exactly where she’s at now and it is adorable! ❤️ So we went to the party. Mom, my sister, my sister’s boyfriend, and me as true family friends, we didn’t come empty handed. We brought sweets, not just for the birthday girl but for the whole pack of kids that were running around like squirrels on energy drinks. Luckily, before the “adult shift” of the party began, the little ones had already had their own celebration in a playroom at the town. That meant they arrived back home all exhausted, sweaty and happy. 😚 We slipped smoothly into a laid-back atmosphere: eating, drinking, chatting, and laughing. It wasn’t a wild disco night out party, it was kind of cozy gathering where you sit around table, share stories, and discover that alcohol somehow makes even the most ridiculous topics seem worth a two-hour discussion. Which brings me to the highlight of the night: one of the guys suddenly decided to explain why he believes the Earth is flat. Now, I’ve heard conspiracy theories before, but this was next level. He had “proofs,” he had “arguments,” and he had the kind of confidence you usually only see in people who’ve had just enough to drink to feel like philosophers. 🍻 We were literally crying from laughter, rolling on the floor while he tried to keep a straight face and say things like, “If the Earth were really round, how come we don’t slide off?” Honestly, I think my abs got more exercise from laughing than from any gym workout. xD Now, let me address the photographic evidence you see here. Yes, I am holding two drinks. Yes, I look guilty. 🙃 But let me defend myself before anyone jumps to conclusions. The second glass wasn’t even mine! My friend, Teodora, who was too busy devouring a slice of birthday cake, shoved her drink into my hand with a quick “Hold this!” and there I was caught in the act. If you zoom in on the photo (please don’t, but you could xD), you can see the pure innocence in my eyes. Clearly, I was just helping a friend.
Of course, my sister’s boyfriend found this moment too good to miss and took a picture right then. His goal? To send it to my fiancé, obviously. As if that wasn’t enough, just minutes before, my friend had spilled my own drink all over me. Which explains the glamorous wet patch on my jeans in the photos. It was rakija, pure plum brandy, which thankfully dries fast and leaves no stains. And then there’s the another masterpiece of sabotage. I swear I wasn’t drunk, but thanks to someone’s greasy fingers (probably from the roasted pork we were all attacking like wolves 😋), the camera lens was smeared, and voilà: I look like I am 100% drunk. A true Picasso of party photography. Again, the plan was to send it to my fiancé, making it look like I was halfway to dancing half naked on tables. xD The best part? Instead of scolding me, my fiancé scolded my sister’s boyfriend! Becauseeeee.... it’s his job to take care of me when my fiancé isn’t around. “You had one job,” he told him, half-jokingly, and we all roared with laughter. 🤣
I decided to share only the pictures with me and my close friend, because I know she won’t mind. Others might feel awkward seeing their tipsy selves posted around, so I’m keeping those just for the private archives. But honestly, these few snapshots are enough to capture the essence of the night: warm, funny, and just chaotic enough to be perfect. 😁
Cheers!
