Good night from your tired blogger

I just escorted my dinner guest to his taxi (thanks to summer and living in Peasantville last bus to Helsinki left about half past nine)... food was good, as was company, I was praised to heaven and back, and I seem to have gotten some injuries... (I'm losing one of my nails! That's absolutely the worst one. *sighs*) So what else can you ask for? *grin*
And to save you from dirty details this is all I'll tell you. But I've to say I had good time.

Certain someone will go to have quick shower and after it one will head to the Land of Dreams.

Btw, I got a book from him (and strawberries, and just to mention Finnish strawberries are best in the whole world *grin* - though I think his intention was that we'd eaten them, but... ermm...) when he came: Freakonomics by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner.
It's backside is very promising:

"What do estate agents and the Ku Klux Klan have in common?
Why do drug dealers live with their mothers?"

I think I'll enjoy reading it. For reason or another.