My Saturday experience

Saturday was quite a nice experience.
At first I woke up with a bit of an anxiety, as I had to meet with Cveti for the financial documents of the previous MC term. Financial stuff always makes me feel uneasy, as everything I do not understand very well...I guess it's normal, anyway:)
It turned out to be a nice meeting (at least for me) - Cveti calmed me down and I felt that at least someone knows what is going on more profoundly than me.
After that I went to see Sevi and we had lunch together:)
Then, I went with Peca to the National Gallery to see the Exhibition of Ivan Murkvichka paintings (150 years since he was born).
It was really marvelous!
I saw pictures I have seen as a child in my history books and I never imagined I would see them for real.
Some of them were so good that tears started coming to my eyes - so great was the gift of the master, that the portraits I saw were like real, living people!
And, as I was walking through the Gallery halls (it has once been King's residence) I was wondering how was it arranged, what was the furniture when people were living there in the beginning of 20th sentury...
After this wonderful experience we went to drink a cocktail in Toba:co ( which is just behind the gallery) and then - for a little walk in my favourite streets in the central part.
...then - coffee at Onda...
Peca had bought me a birthday present - a purple scarf:)
In the evening - we went out for a beer with Drago, Stassy and some Canadian guy that Drago met in Croatia. Some more people came and we went to a nice underground place, called "Hambara".
Then - Sevi kidnapped me to some very strange "private party" which took place in a wonderful patio at "Tzar Samuil" street.
It was lit only by candles...And the stars...
Some AIESEC alumni were gathered there, drinking Russian vodka with caviar and discussing "low-profile" and "high-profile" societies...
Then, we decided to go to the birthday party of some girl I have never met - she had been in AIESEC as well (mafia:))...
We went to EXIT disco. I felt so bored by discos...but we had a little bit of dancing...
At the end Luzmita had a bit of a "polite conversation" with the guards ( every second word was "mutra" - meaning a very dumb, criminal guy)and we left.
So that was it...my nice Saturday:)