"DON'T DROP ME ON MY HEEEAD, I REALLY NEED MY BRAIN!"
Last night's Cocktail Party at Dagny's was amaaaazing and sooo much fun. Vodka- Dagny: well done to you, the super- fab hostess ;) My Man has now also proven that his Mojitos ARE very dangerous indeed. The consequences are also rather severe... After person X had fallen out of a bed (while lying down), and we were out of limes (for the third time or so (we'd never run out of Vodka since Dagny was in charge of that, and she never lets a gal down when it comes to drinks!) we decided that it was probably time to wrap things up.
Me and My Man decided that some sort of food intake was in order. Although there were X nr of KFC's, McDonald's and other food shops around eeeverywhere, we felt that Subway was the right thing for us (a Swede never says no to good meatballs). We decided to do it the easy way- walking 3 km (yes, I was in heels, and yes we checked online the day after to see how long it was) from Edgware Road/ Marble Arch down to Tottenham Court Road/ Holborn to get Subway. OMFG. Me being in a, eh, happy place after My Man's Mojito's, I was simply too tired/ happy/ angry/ confused to get the message across that "I WANNA TAKE THE F*CKING BUS!!!" (Although stopping every 10 metres, sobbing while laughing at how much my feet hurt, swearing in Swedish and trying to sit down on benches along the road would, for most people, have sufficed to convey that message.)
After we'd finally reached our final destination- Hackney- My Man simply couldn't take Miss FriFri's confused and slow pace any longer. So he simply decided to throw me over his shoulder (can you see Miss FriFri dangling, one shoe on foot, other shoe in hand, red handbag held and dangling down from other hand) and carry me home. Miss FriFri in worried tone: "Please don't drop me on my head, I really need to use my brain for my future career! And I'm too short and chubby to become a model!"
Ah, what a night. And oh, what a morning... =S
Oh- and the fat dress ended up being too big, just as it should be- thank God! Lol Instead I wore this one from Lipsy that my brother and sister got me as a graduation present. Aww I miss the Dahlqvists <3<3<3
Me and My Man decided that some sort of food intake was in order. Although there were X nr of KFC's, McDonald's and other food shops around eeeverywhere, we felt that Subway was the right thing for us (a Swede never says no to good meatballs). We decided to do it the easy way- walking 3 km (yes, I was in heels, and yes we checked online the day after to see how long it was) from Edgware Road/ Marble Arch down to Tottenham Court Road/ Holborn to get Subway. OMFG. Me being in a, eh, happy place after My Man's Mojito's, I was simply too tired/ happy/ angry/ confused to get the message across that "I WANNA TAKE THE F*CKING BUS!!!" (Although stopping every 10 metres, sobbing while laughing at how much my feet hurt, swearing in Swedish and trying to sit down on benches along the road would, for most people, have sufficed to convey that message.)
After we'd finally reached our final destination- Hackney- My Man simply couldn't take Miss FriFri's confused and slow pace any longer. So he simply decided to throw me over his shoulder (can you see Miss FriFri dangling, one shoe on foot, other shoe in hand, red handbag held and dangling down from other hand) and carry me home. Miss FriFri in worried tone: "Please don't drop me on my head, I really need to use my brain for my future career! And I'm too short and chubby to become a model!"
Ah, what a night. And oh, what a morning... =S
Oh- and the fat dress ended up being too big, just as it should be- thank God! Lol Instead I wore this one from Lipsy that my brother and sister got me as a graduation present. Aww I miss the Dahlqvists <3<3<3
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