Father in law turns 60 today. Three big cheers and a bottle of expensive Scotch to him! His birthday has, however, almost meant the end of me.
The celebrations started yesterday after Camilla and I took a train ride about 30 mins out of town to a fantastic hotel. There we hooked up with the in-laws and Camilla’s sister with boyfriend. Then began the massacre. Afternoon tea. Sounds harmless enough, right? Wrong. Three kinds of cheese, five kinds of baked goods, scones, fresh cheese and jam… and tea of course, or coffee in my case (since tea is for wimps).
Having just barely recovered from this meal we hit the dinner table. 4-course dinner, with beer and drinks.
Breakfast was not better. Buffet. And not the kind of crappy buffet you can get in hotels in England and Germany, no, a proper one. Mountains of food.
Four hours later we were at it again, and this was the one to top all: American brunch buffet at the casino here in Gothenburg. Oh. My. God. Now, I’m glad I’m a vegetarian, that way I didn’t need to stuff my face with ribs, ham, hamburgers and what not. However, there was plenty of french fries, macaroni and cheese, pancakes, doughnuts, cole-slaw, bagels, Corn Chowder and so on, and so on.
I’m so full, almost 8h after that meal, I may never have to eat agin.
Good birthday party!