Drunken Lullabyes

So, there I was last friday thinking that it would be a calm weekend by my computer when all of a sudden a collegue of mine asked if we should go grab a beer. I was like HELLYEAH and after accompanying Giedre to T-centralen to show her where to pick her friend up I joined up with some dudes/dudettes from work and shared a beer.

Turned out that there were some people comming that evening and we were joined by Elisabeths’ friends (one of them actually looked good) but they mostly kept to themselves, not that I helped with not talking to them. But I was held up in a conversation with Ted, Jf and Alex so, didn’t have time for it.

The conversations during the evening drifted from backroom-office-politics to fart jokes, even tho they might seem the same it was hard to make any real sense from it all.

However, the most interesting event of the evening must’ve been that I later got a text from an unkown +37 number. It asked me what I was doing and I replied somewhere in the line of “drunken” and I sort of had a feeling I knew who it was from, Giedre. So, we decided to meet up and so we did. We went to the pub we were at earlier where we realised that you need an ID to get into bars in Sweden. Which Giedre and her friend didn’t have with them, so we didn’t get very far. We decided to go on home and meet up tomorrow.

When I came home I was very tired, hadn’t eaten since lunch and I was very (very) drunk, so I took the most natural course of action there was and bottled up a Vodka I’ve had in my room for quite som time. Then I turned brutally emo, I don’t really remember anything but I had been talking to a friend on Skype about how my life was in shambles and everything was like bad. Apparantly we hung up and I started to cry, over something. Sent a text to Helena saying something, badly miss spelled and very emo. She called me up the day after and asked me what it was all about, I didn’t have a clue.

Sadly, I didn’t end up with meeting Giedre that day since the alcohol poisoning had infected my brain with like leaches so I had a sever headache and was unable to do anything except wallowing in selfpity.

Did I learn something from this? Nope. Is it going to happend again? Most likely this saturday when I’m going with Stefan to Belgofesten(!).

But, when I come home on Saturday I will not finish that vodka and I will most certenly not turn emo. I will just head straight to bed and fall asleep to a beautiful drunken lullabye.