[picture taken in 2004]

I spent the night chatting with happy Estee, whose father would come back from Albania today. That occasion called for a toast, so in Boston she grabbed a Pepsi, while I poured me a glass (aye, a big one) of GlenLivet single malt Scottish whisky. We had a drink on her father coming home, my one hundredth e-mail sent to her, and our meeting in London being just a week away now. I got so drunk toasting to all these occasions, that something went a bit wrong. I always lie down comfortably on my double bed, with my laptop on my knees, whenever I get online. So the bottle and glass of whisky sit next to me, against a pillow. Unfortunately, as I got drunk, I knocked over a full glass. My reaction time was slow as well, so an enormous yellow stain spread across my pristine white sheets. Like a good size piss stain – somewhat embarrassing – but never mind that. A double Glenlivet is wasted on my bed! And ehrm.. It makes the entire room smell fantastic. I don't think I'll wash my sheets ever again!