Last night, we did a bit of celebrating, Russian-style. Two of Georges' sisters returned yesterday from a tour of Saint Petersbourg, where their father had been born (ah, Georges is only half-French!), and one of the sisters has been staying with us for a couple of nights before she heads back to her home in the south. She brought with her some of those adorable Russian nesting dolls and some other things as gifts for the kids, some beautiful jewelry (for me!), and for her brother she brought all the fixin's for a Russian feast: sausages, all kinds of fishes, special marinated garlic, and so on. (I admit, I skipped the fish as I had a bit of a headache, and had a hamburger instead, but the sausages were very tasty.) Add a few shots of vodka, and you've got a party, dude!
The teenagers were there to spend time with their aunt, and the Number One Son brought with him his own good news: he got his acceptance letter to the top architectural school in France! He was so excited and Georges couldn't have been more proud of his son, and rightly so. So we uncorked some champagne to toast this wonderful news.
What a great way to kick off the weekend, huh? Champagne and vodka, good news, a happy family celebration... and being in love. I couldn't ask for anything more.
