birthday

Yet again I turn 25, been doing that seven times now. I was (almost) woken up with coffee on the bed, and two nice presents. One from my Italian mother Dea, which was a cool mp3 player, and a book from my self.

I will celebrate myself with my friends by going to a danish restaurant called Parnas. The restaurant is a member of the conversation of danish gastronomy and is actually one of the few places where you can make an order of a traditional shrimp cocktail, without the waiter start laughing.

Blog readers have a nice weekend.