The joys of cancer

Pernille and Benjamin invited all of us out to their place for dinner last night, and we had a great time. I haven't had the energy to socialize much these days, so it was great to get out. And Benjamin, who is a steady reader of the blog, picked up on the spicy food tip and made a delicious spicy dish.

All in all it was a very nice night, and I can't decide if my favorite part was seeing Benjamin (Mr. anti-Apple) gushing over his iPod Touch, or if it was when Pernille just about swallowed her foot.

The Pernille story goes like this. Pernille and Benjamin like to throw parties. Kevin and Mathilde do not and never do, something which Pernille and Benjamin have often teased us about.

We were talking about something and I said, "Yeah, and maybe we'll throw a party." To which Pernille laughed and said, "Yeah right! Your first party will be your funeral." And as the words slipped out, she realized she was talking to a guy with cancer. She very quickly stuttered, "...uhm, in 50 years!" And I patted her on the back and thanked her for the "50 years" bit. And then I promised her it was going on the blog :-)