Today our friend Vasja celebrates his 40th birthday. Here are some of his moments that I wish to share with you.
On the morning when I turned 40 (a bit ago), my mother’s friend, who I didn’t even know very well, called me on the phone and invited me to their Group 40+, which in my eyes was where Old People hung out. I found this call rather hard-hitting. Not too much so not to repeat it first chance I get. 😀
So, Vasja, welcome to Group 40+. It doesn’t bite, you’ll see. And now let’s have a look back.
No, I didn’t steal this photo from some shady website. It’s really you.
I wish to ask you what you asked me for my 40th birthday. I bet it sounded funny then. 😀
True, it’s no longer 15.
Nor double that.
Yes, yes, the hair turns first. But you’re still alive after, sort of. These two can be your role-models. 😀
This is my sister you’ve got there. You two look related.
No wonder: for our parents you are the son they never had.
We simply love you and your mother (right) does not protest much.
Your father (right) is grumbling just a little but this comes with age.
Your sister (middle) was my first friend, just like my sister was yours. The third “Grazia” joined us a bit later. Photo: BM
This was my birthday in Piran in 2009.
And just two months later the expectation became obvious. 🙂
Always trying to win.
Three years later for my birthday in my ex-garden. The man in orange celebrated yesterday, cin cin! Aries people!
Two years ago. Your son is as handsome…
…as his mom is pretty. Funky drummer on the right.
Ok ok, you’re simpatico too. Look what you’re doing to women! At garden tarock tournament.
For my 40th birthday.
Together again at Pelješac, Croatia, for the first time after almost 20 years. Sis is overjoyed.
This is your habitat: Duba!
Okay okay, we all love you!
Don’t laugh, it’s true!
Oh, yes, this is your habitat too, tarok.
As is all kinds of performance. Here you borrowed the uniform…
…to perform the best act in the history of birthdays for my sis’ 30th. All of you were superb doing YMCA.
This is what you were wearing underneath my blouse as you performed an Italian song at my farewell party before I moved to Italy. Photo: Klu?
Here you are rapping for my 40th with mom…
…and then again last year for her 70th. Many agree that despite having a guest celebrity rapper, it was you who stole the show. “Meeeeetaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
But now, go back to your boys. Your bandmates from “Žmoht” are waiting.
The video below was recorded in January last year when you sang with the band on the stage of the renowned Orto Bar in Ljubljana, where I heard Clawfinger and Therapy?, for example, but missed you (damn Italy!) (Nah).
This is not something I would have believed the future had in store all those years ago when I was a regular guest there, or even better, that time when the bar only just opened and we were searching for it in a completely wrong part of town with the help of taxi drivers. By the way, that was 23 years ago. You’re welcome.
You sing about a worker who says that he has never been an anarchist but rather a hungry optimist.
Dear Vasja, keep doing what you do best, namely you. Tanti auguri and cin cin!
And book a gig, no matter where, for early August, will you, I want to be there!
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