This weekend has been hectic to say the least.
On friday we stayed at work and had some drinks after work. We were around 15 people or so, one of them being my friend J from Västerås. After a few hours we went to a place called K Karaoke close to Odenplan (10 minutes from the office) were we had booked a sound-proof room for two hours. It turned into three hours instead because it was so fun we didn’t want to leave.
After the three hours were up we got into cabs and went to a club on Söder, which is the south island part of Stockholm city. There we partied until three in the morning. Me and J were home at around 5 in the morning after som food and then slept in. The plan was for J to go home on Saturday but instead he stayed and we went down-town again, having a few beers until U met us up. She wasn’t really in the mood though, so she went to my place to sleep while me and J met up with the girl he is dating who happened to be in Stockholm with her friend.
They had, for some reason, gotten VIP guestpasses to a place called Ambassadeur. A club next to Stureplan which is the place where all the Jet-Set people hang out. We weren’t really up for going there, and I didn’t really think they would let me in, because I wasn’t really dressed properly for that kind of place. But the girls wanted to go there to see what kind of place it was, so we went there anyway.
When we got there, the VIP-queue was almost as long as the normal queue and the people in the line wore fancy expensive clothes not looking particularly interested in anyone but the image of themselves. I really didn’t want to go in and we didn’t want to stand in line so Johans date took a chance and said to the guard that we were on the guest list. The guard said that we had to line up in the VIP-queue (which we already knew). So we looked at eachother looking really disinterested and started walking away when the guard waved us back and let us in, before the nose of 200 people waiting 
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It’s just a game. If you don’t look desperate enough, they probably think that you are better than their place, and therefore you are the kind of people they want in there…
When we got in there was another queue to pay an entrance fee of 140kr ($20), but we said we didn’t want to pay and after the girl grunted a bit, another guard waved us through. It really is just a game.
When we got in, the place was half empty with music so loud my ears started to ache. Everyone looked extremely happy and successfull in a very strange way, so I am pretty sure that most of the people in there had done more cocaine than I could imagine. The champagne was flooding, the girls looked no older than 20 and had huge silicone breasts and myself I felt like alice in wonderland. We didn’t know what to do, so we just laughed and ten minutes later we were out of there, thinking that was enough of our social experiment…
J and me got home and slept late and then me, him and U went downtown again for breakfast. After getting back to life a bit, we saw J off at the train station around four.
We then stayed in the city for a few hours and then went to U’s parents for dinner. On the way back U started feeling ill and threw up. She has now passed out in bed and will stay home from work tomorrow.
It has in many ways been a great and interesting weekend, but I feel depleted. I am used to having a fairly regular way of life, and getting up really late, not eating breakfast until in the afternoon and always being on the move has made me really tired and restless, so I’m just taking it easy now, relaxing a bit before going to bed. I feel tired just writing what happened this weekend! Pheww!
