And it Burns, Burns, Burns

It is sweet, sweet Friday my dear peeps and its not often I feel like
this but it has been a loooong looong week and my energy levels
are not really up to speed. Somehow this little bug - although it has been
nuced with antibiotics into oblivion - has drained me somehow and
when I didn't even feel like going to the ballet tonight I understood that
it is time to take a little step back and chill out.

Yesterday evening was quite an experience. In the UK & Ireland they celebrate
this thing called Burns night after a poet called Robert Burns who is very
loved in Scotland and Northern Ireland. Bless the good old Scots,
they never say no to a reason to celebrate and dust of the quilt (and one of
them kindly confirmed that no underwear should be worn no matter the
temperature).

So I went to a whisky tasting with the most amazing two whiskylovers (after
my dear brother in law) combined with sushi, followed by haggis and then to
finish of with the yummiest brownies.  This evening was shared with
Jamaican, Japanese, French, British, Scots, Irish, Italians and about another ten
nationalities so I brought out the good old tartan dress I have and sang Auld Lang
Syne.

The Irish citing a poem  

Speech to the Haggis

For the rest of the weekend I need to get some work done, Circus school
tomorrow and then reunion with a dear old colleague and REST!

Have a fab one guys!
Lots of love!!!!