This past week has been down right crazy. Good way crazy, of course. I went out more than in the past six months. I’d met with friends for a glass of wine in the evening and later in the week, we went to a Romanian gipsy music concert with my son and fiancée. One word to describe this: AWESOME!

On Thursday evening, August 4th, I had the immense pleasure of seeing Mahala Rai Banda play live at Richmix, in Shoreditch. And wait, it even gets better: I went there to also interview the guys. In my free time I present the cultural news at Radio Ciocarlia, the online community Romanian radio in UK. So I went there with a mission: to meet the guys and do an interview for the radio show.

Before I continue bragging about the incredible night we had, I’d like to say that Mahala Rai Banda is a gypsy music group from my homeland who have had an immense success in Europe, North and South America, playing at festivals across the world. This is not the first encounter with the British public, who, by the way, loved them to bits. I pause for a second here to let the pride rush wash over me completely. 😀

Everyone was on fire. After a short nap in the carrier, Aidan woke up dangling his head and feet to the rhythm. I asked him repeatedly if he wanted to go home, since it was way past his bedtime, but the answer was every time no.

So we danced, made friends, laughed and partied until we couldn’t move anymore.

I was very happy and lucky to see Mahala Rai Banda play live in London, meet the band members and hear about their projects. Back home, these guys sing mostly at weddings, christenings and private parties. From what I heard, they had plaid in Cambridge the previous night and as usual, they rocked the place.

For the remainder of 2011, they have a few more concerts planned around Europe, a new album and maybe a visit to Brazil, where they will be playing in a dance workshop. Dance professors from all over the world gather there to learn the ropes of dance types such as the Romanian hora.

After a somewhat quiet Saturday, on Sunday it was time to party again. We celebrated one of our friend’s birthdays on a roof terrace, at ClubHouse Brixton, where we danced on Butch‘s sounds.

Oh and what a day that was! Almost felt like being in Ibiza, sipping wine, sitting on a couch or dancing in the sunlight. For the record, since having my son in October 2009, my party life went out the window. Not that it was very busy…but still. Usually I am on call when daddy goes out to organize his dance events. This time, it was my turn to let my hair down, while daddy kept Aidan entertained at home.

Just like in the good old days

Thank God for friends born in August…I had an amazing time up there!

And with this, I bid you fare well! I hope all you, lovely people out there have a wonderful week-end!