We had a lovely dinner at Matt's flat the other night, to celebrate...well, to celebrate each other, really. He wanted to term the evening Mostmand Fest in honour of Mr. Reza Mostmand, but being the incredibly humble human being that he is, Reza refused to allow a dinner dedicated to himself.
So Matt decided to honour all of us instead and we ate wanna-be Mexican food. It was delicious and oh-so (kind-of) Mexican. :)
Later in the evening Reza wrote a love song for Iman, Laura and I made up a Spanish love song for each other, and much hilarity was enjoyed by all.
The night was capped off by one of the water pipes overflowing in the kitchen and the entire floor being soaked with soapy, foul smelling water. Apparently it was one of those pipes that don't really go anywhere but are still open to flooding occasionally. Good times.
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