On Wednesday evening November 29th my friend Mitra invited a few friends over for happy hour. She said it was going to be casual and that we should not bring anything but ourselves. What we were greeted with was a beautiful room, filled with flowers, delicious aromas of wonderful food and lovely music. Everything was magical.
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Wonderful stories by our hostess. She made us laugh and beg for more stories but she said, "I cannot tell you all my stories in one night, otherwise how can I get you to come back?"
Lovely persian delights with blueberries and served with coconut whipped cream.
Thank you dear Mitra for such a wonderful happy hour which we all said should be plural many
"Happy Hours!"
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