How it was when it was (post-croational times)

I havent written for quite a while. Not that there was nothing to write about only my mind I dont think was ready.
Bratislava was so much fun. A week of fulltime hedonism, with Baska we indeed had to work hard on keeping the alcohol level in our blood positively constant, wandering the lovely streets of the old town, spending our mornings or afternoons in the Downtown Backpackers Hostel, with Momo on our laps, just like now, reassuring ourselves about how wonderful Tequila Sunrise is.
And then Dan and Julie came. Spent time walking around the cafes and bars, what a stereotypical life we do lead indeed, went to a garden cinema and around town once again, and then the Primacionalny Palac and the unbelievably exciting Hall of Mirrors and Aligator at night with Slovak rock band live concert and borovicka and borovicka and borovicka and borovicka, go Dan!
With Baska we escaped the consuming life of the metropola, to save money indeed (as for me, in the peace of a quiet mountain town, to find a 3400Sk fine and lose my phone, all this on the same day, the birthday day!) and so we did.
I bought a pair fo trainers for 53Sk, socks including 57Sk (=1 pound) in Ziar nad Hronom!
But wine was too nice to leave as a part of our exclusive lives in Bratislava and birthday indeed is only once a year. Yum yum yum!
In vino veritas!
Barbequed at Baska's and then 'hajde' to BB to meet my grandma who surprised us with a very straight question,'So girls, when did you stop drinking, yesterday?'
And meet dad, and sister, and auntie and another grandma and another uncle and auntie, celebrate birthday once again and then again...mmmm...
And so it was and was, until now a lot more was and so I shall continue some other time and soon.