Last week we had a small party. It was typical in most every way — lots of chatting, laughing, eating, a bit of drinking, some dancing. Nothing crazy.

It was actually an unplanned birthday party for Johnny. We decided to have as a theme a multicultural culinary war: Johnny fixed kwaśnica; I cooked chili — the guests refused to pick a winner. It was confirmed once again, however, that due to the mildness of Polish cuisine, things which are not even remotely spicy for someone like me simply set the average Pole’s mouth ablaze.

Naturally there was a cake — Kinga’s contribution. Damn, can that woman bake!

The surprising hit of the party was a little Flash video that a friend in Warsaw showed me. It was an amateur video for a pop song that was a sensation this summer throughout Europe: “Dragostea Din Tei” (meaning “Love Among the Linden Trees” in Romanian).

Read the Wikipedia article about the song.

The song is by O-zone, a group of three Romanians who’d grown up in the Republic of Moldova, and it is perhaps the worst song I’ve ever heard. Plastic, false, and simplistic, it’s everything I hate in contemporary European pop music.

It was bad enough that this summer you could hear it everywhere. Perhaps the worst thing about it is how devilishly catchy the melody is. I’ve even caught myself humming the damn thing in the shower.

But the video — devastatingly funny.