The town I live in is fairly small, but the people in it are super-active. Or so it seems to a Finn, since we spend half of the year trying to figure out if it's safe to even go out without freezing to death. Here everybody plays in a band, they paint or take photographs and there's always someone's gallery opening to go to or some hip-hop-hippeti-hop band to check out.
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There's also this little group of people, friends of mine, who organize once in about every two months a huge dinner party for 40 people. The idea is to have people try new wines from the area, from these little wineries that sell 50 bottles a year total, and who still use the stumping technique to squeeze the wine from the grapes (not true but a cute image nonetheless). They combine these wines with local dishes, good fresh food grown in someone's back yard (or by COOP but still excellent!) that go well with the wine that they naturally choose separately for each dish. You start with the little nibbly things and a glass of prosecco, and once everybody's arrived and we're all sitting around the table, the chief comes out and gives a little speech about the theme of the night and why certain foods and wines were chosen. Usually there are about 5 different dishes to eat plus desert, so in the end you're gagging for air and trying to find some little corner in your stomach to put the last bite in.
Also, there's always an artist who's painting or drawing or dancing or singing or whatnot, everything of course linked to the theme of the night. Local artists, some unknown, some already masters at their profession.
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All of this is wrapped up in a cool location. Last night we were at this old warehouse turned into a photography studio. Obviously there were lots of photographers around last night so everything was documented with the coolest photos ever. Before that, in July, we were at this little house in the countryside, up on the hills with a view that overlooked the whole city below. And before that, we were at this little pub where the whole idea was born, so even though the place wasn't spectacular in itself, it had a lot of significance to all of us.
I still feel stuffed from all the food and have the taste of the last dish in my mouth. I'm not used to eating so late, so naturally I'm also very tired from having tried to digest it all during the night. So, fat, tired and with a smelly breath. A real dreamboat eh?
Still, its all so worth it!!
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PS. The kitty-cat vomited tonight AND this morning, still on the same white rug. It could've been some side effect of the rabies-shot we gave her two days ago, or she smelled the stink of food in my mouth and got jealous. I opt for the second.
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