I may be wrong with my sentence structure there, but I think the Slovene is understandable anyways: today is my birthday! It's been pretty low key, since last night was a big international student party and we were out until 3:30 or so and then up again for our 8:30 AM Theory of Ideology seminar.
So far I've had happy birthday sung to me in four languages: Gaelic (courtesy of a nice lad from Belfast), Slovenian, French and English. In Wednesday's afternoon language class we covered date and time, so I was able to say "rojstni dan imam jutri" when we were going around the room practising saying the date of our birthday. The teacher laughed and sang me "vse najboljše".
Jay took the idea of celebration and internationalism to heart and drank shots of tequila, and then made about 20 new friends from all over Europe. Bets were placed with the Dutch, dance contests threatened with the Portuguese and the ins and outs of scifi / fantasy publishing discussed with the Irish. We are also responsible for introducing our friend Jan to the glory that is post-drinking burek at 3:00 AM. How can one not be aware of this important foodstuff? The mind boggles.
Today was easy-going: class, falafel at Bavarski dvor, napping and then Zvezda for cake and bela kava. Why did no one alert me to the existence of Sachertorte? I've spent 28 years in shameful ignorance. I was going to order something else, but the waiter wouldn't let me because he thought my chosen cake didn't look good enough, so he recommended this confection of chocolate cake with apricot jam and dark chocolate icing. I am now in fear for my health and my wallet.