Grit, Martin, Katharina, Branjo and I headed over to Grit’s after work and cooked pizza. The plan was to cook and spend a lazy evening together. It turns out Branjo is a closet pizza chef and he used our limited ingredients to produce three delicious pizzas. We drank red wine, ate pizza, and played a game of name the river, town, drink, etc. starting with x where x is a random letter from the alphabet. I was terrible. Perhaps I had too much red wine.
Above: The lads prepare pizza and serve it to the waiting hordes.
Above left to right: Lasses in the kitchen (Martin excluded), Branjo takes a swig of his beer between swearing in Slovakian and thinking of rivers beginning with certain letters, Martin type smart.
Above: Us just before devouring of pizza. Below: Perhaps I drank too much red wine.
