had the WORST night of my life, EVER, BAR NONE, trying to leave uppsala. nothing came close, not even when i had to drag a drunken SOMEBODY home or when i stormed away from anyone half in tears from anger and disappointment etc etc etc or when i strode out of ministry of sound swagging in heels but heart swinging low, low, low. this was how bad it was: by the tail-end of that night-- tuesday december the 15th-- i was pretty much bent over double in agony on a platform in stockholmàs central station sobbing-- oh face it, making weird animal noises-- in pain and frustration and anger and desperation. really, nothing went right that night... and then everything did.
i cannot even begin to describe it, statistics might help. my legs are covered with bruises as are my arms-- for an idea of how bad it is you will have to wait for the pictures, but take my word for it-- theyàre spectacular. i also made 82 missed calls ("you gave me EIGHTY TWO missed calls iòve never gotten that many missed calls before in my life no matter HOW many girls iòve dumped!"), missed a train, was accosted by a drunken swede who breathed alcoholic breath all over my face and tried to convince me to go off with him to have fun since we only live a hundred years (my thoughts on "a hundred years" thrown back at me, eh) and faced the prospect of spending a night out in below-zero snowed-in stockholm.
but everything turned out right eventually :) and i have to thank so many people for it, from the pressbyran lady to life-saver Inese to "thereàs just one small problem... your luggage is fucking HEAVY" Mark to Amy and DC who helped carry my luggage eventually. And now I have to go, but not before apologising for the lack of apostrophes since I canàt find it ion this Italian keyboard.
Missing Sweden much, much, much!