Afterparties and High Heels

Deprived from sleep and slightly hungover I'm back in ol' Stockholm, trying to sort out yesterday, smiling to myself...

Arrived in a sunny GBG yesterday, like 10 degrees warmer than here, life was good and getting better!

Short on time as always me and S got ready in no time at all, convincing ourselves that it is classy to show up slightly too late. Of course we were right and really, we weren't that late... Diving for the bubbely stuff we mingled around in the sun, met people I haven't seen for ages, took some walks down memory lane.

The dinner was full of "Lambos" and diverse pranks, having A and O to the table you can't really go wrong. Even the DJ wasn't that bad and my feet didn't kill me, not too much atleast.

The place closed at about 1 and at first we figured we'd just go home. But then going home at 1 seemed so boring, so we were of to an afterparty! Interesting 5 hours there, including, too much white wine, diverse wierd discussions and random interactions... The party was somwhere in central GBG and well our train back was at 6.20 am, still no idea how we killed that much time, think i took a nap at around 4 cause suddenly i was laying on the couch cuddled up with C, interesting...

As the sun rose we walked home frome the train, feet completely smashed, sorting out the night's events we concluded it had been an awsome night! very interesting turn out...

(Do i have to mention that S's parents were not so happy when we came home?)