Back in black

So the funeral was today. And it was... a funeral. The post-burial meal was fantastic. I always come away from Greek events with the following observations:

• we are primarily a very short race... quite hobbit-like
• Greek women incessantly whisper into each other's ears
• crying is a competitive sport
• frighteningly, many Greek men do not age very well
• a hot Greek guy can send me into a tizzy
  
• some Greeks have the friendliest eyes you will ever see, while some have evil, deep-set eyes that seem to reflect Satan
• Orthodox services are way too long... the chanting causes a simple syllabel to last 5 minutes
• people get offended when you can't remember who they are, even if you last saw them when you were shitting and pissing in their lap (of course, I'm referring to being a baby here)
  

Now, it's nap time and then, I head over to the Boyf's new place to "help" him paint (read: sit on the floor, drink and watch while he paints shirtless- yum).