Missing Sarmale

Part 5 - It's my party...

Clearly you did not expect me to come straight home from work. My husband no longer expects that either. After 5 months... But since you have to make the most of the stage, they say, I couldn't help it. I went to parties, pubs, parties, clubs, parties, salsa parties, national parties, theme parties, pubs, parties, clubs... Something like that.

And unfortunately, there are not really any pictures. First reason: who has time to take pictures at a party? Second reason: you don't take your expensive camera at a party. Third reason: people are not supposed to know what you are doing at the party, especially family. Forth reason: you'd be too tipsy to be able to take a picture anyway. Fifth reason: the official photograper is normally at home sleeping.

Still, some leftovers from when one of the reasons above didn't apply. The highlights of course, there are too many parties to be mentioned.





Halloween Party, November 22 - What the pumpkin was doing on my head, is still debatable. But well, great fun, and not even costumed. I'm such a boring person when it comes to that.












Salsa Party - one of the many, who knows where this was taken. I actually just discovered it in our stage CD. You get points if you see where I am. The problem with these dance things, is that you never have enough men. Men that dance that is. Oh well, you can't have everything.






Blue Danube national party - January 21. Yes, Romania had something to do with it. Yes, I had something to do with it. We, a great group of Romanians (basically Gabi and I) were in charge of organising our national part. Along with our dear European colleagues from Austria, Bulgaria, Germany, Hungary and Slovakia. The Austrian had the money. Some dressed in traditional costumes. So did we, I said: we had the short skirts and décolté :-) The picture represents our stand at the party, filled with goodies for eating and drinking. All Romanian. Except the Bulgarian cheese that we bought in a Turkish shop in Brussels. Vive l'Europe! We had a few other pictures, but not too many since I was taking care of the stand, and my husband was busy eating sarmale. What sarmale? The ones that our embassy was so kind to make for us. They seem to find the best sour cabbage from the Turkish shops.

And of course the last party that I mentioned before, the Euroball, February 10 - unfortunately it was just one time that we had to dress up. I mean, I just love men in suits. Oh, and I did my hair at the hairdresser too. First time in Belgium.

posted by Dana @ 10:38 am