homeward bound

The pain in my liver tells me it is hometime. The trip to the airport was longer than I'd wished (however my hangover was nowhere nearly as bad as others - don't know why) and as usual my Italian passport gave me grief (try explaining to a polish border guard why your Italian is so bad) but thankfully after getting through the plane was on time. Here are some of my partners in crime attempting to make themselves feel better before getting onto the sleazyjet back to the 'burg.

Thanks dad (My best man in the middle here who organized everything and made it into a superb weekend I wish I could remember).

Ps. backblipped the last few days too. For more, go check out anth's blips too. :)