Catching up from last time. Friday. Obviously Erik arrived on the worse possible weekend ever. Indecently a lot to do at work that even made the sun hide from time to time. Physically left work approx five hours after I mentally checked out and united with the group for dinner. Joined the laughs as fast as I could and onto Tortilla Flats. For once it wasn’t as awesome as every single time it usually is. But we managed anyway. Heck, even Calle Schulman showed up and leveled our table from a standing position. Suddenly it was five am and quickly onwards to another place that closed its door in front of us. Squeezed in a mouth of pasta and then home with Erik. Don’t think neither one of us remember the tour of my apartment at six thirty.
Saturday. Woke up and off to lunch with Oskar and Patrik and just as the early party was about to kick off I left for work. “Hard work, focus, no internet and absolutely no Facebooking so we could leave at six” with AK quickly became eight thirty when I met Erik and Oskar for dinner at Felix. They were insanely drunk and I did my best to catch up. Don’t know why but we ended up at Tortilla Flats again and this time it reclaimed its reputation. Suddenly we were all standing at the weird Indian next to Oskar, ordering his vegetarian food and even more abruptly we were in Oskar’s apartment and he and Erik crashed at the moment of entering. Checked my watch and it wasn’t even one.
Sunday. Quickly went back to hang out and meet them both before their flight later that day and managed to visit Dino’s Party Place. A bar where the bartenders wear bikini and nothing more and doesn’t understand English. I was starving and asked if they had food and she replied with a string Russian accent, “yes, lager, draft…”
Monday, June 1, 2009
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