It started Thursday, when I finally consumed Anthony's birthday gift of dinner at No Mas Cantina, in the company of the man himself and G, and a giant margarona.
Which looks like this:
Friday was the double celebration of
A) having found a person in Atlanta from Rovereto, G's home town. And yes, they know the same people. And yes it is weird.
B) Nik's 10 year America anniversary. Complete with red white and blue cocktails. Which tasted a little bit like death by cough syrup.
And Saturday was Christina and Anthony's birthday dinner. At which it was further shown to me that in America one does not bring presents to birthday celebrations. Interesting. And then there was I: walking into The Optimist with wine and plants. You mean everyone doesn't do that?
And then G got a hold of my phone again and this happened: http://giffer.co/g/4EwBwuAg