Roberto and Cipri before and after some beers. Not much of a difference, innit?
It's hugging time! Barny, Cipri & Mari, being guarded by somebody I have no clue who could be.
Cipri, Guilherme & me: Brazilians rulezzzzzzzzzz (yeah, Cipri considers himself a Brazilian too; who am I to deny?)
Saturday, still a bit sleepy and tired from the party, we went to Islington to check on Honey, the sweetest cat in the world. I didn't drink that much on the night before, but for some reason I felt like having Marco's pistaccio ice cream. Maybe because it was very good? :-P