I stayed on in Stockholm after the wedding. Until Thursday. That might seem like a fair amount of time but given wedding Sunday and toastmaster duties Tuesday I only had Monday and Wednesday free. No matter what there is just never enough time. My 5 hours extra a day dont apply in Sweden.
Anyway. Things were done, people met and bone marrow out of Stockholm sucked. Kind of. Ok, maybe more slowly slurped. Im older now peeps. On Monday we lajvade life and sat in Humlan getting some sun.
Ingo was the lady of the hour and entertained us by trying to run away half the time. Or getting herself killed. Not sure which one. You’ll have an interesting time with that one Filippa…
Me. Hung over. Thats what goes when bridesmaiding yourself through a whole day full of sneaky booze. Also deathly pale. Not sure how i will manage to look like a fairy at Filippa’s wedding.
That evening I bought Sanna and Peter dinner and we sat down in front of GoT. Best ever. Peter, im you eternally grateful for introducing Sanna to all the important things like Star Wars and fantasy.
After that we had one for the ladies and watched Magic Mike XXXL. This is Sanna trying to entice Peter by doing some sexy chair dance. Not sure if she is doing it right. Peter looks perturbed.
On Wednesday chillin with this little angel. Mini Marina now becoming proper Swedish hanging in my old hoods around Karlaplan. Weird. I told Laura she would become me. I saw a flicker of panic in Laura’s eyes, not sure she wants a party girls owning Stureplan. Oh well, i turned out ok:ish
The mommies, F and Ingo was also there, had wine, ciders and oysters and the baby girls seeing how being a Östermalms lady is done. By never ending lunches in the sun. Marina, i think you’ll ace this.
After lunching for hours with Laura, Filippa, Marina and Ingo we went to Hallwylska for drinks joined by a pregnant Alexandra, breast feeding Maria and a pram pulling Erik. Good thing bella, Sanna och peter showed up proving thay you can actually exist and NOT be either preggers or babied in this town. Phew. Could see my swede license being pulled.
I was being an excellent aunt. I feel that Ingo and me will have many good times. We can be rebels together. Ill have your back when mum and dad are boring Ingo.
After that had dinner at Bistro Berns with the couples and then took Albin for a drink at Riche with Bella meeting us. Still having it ftw (i mean, summers are made for GT drinking to at least midnight)
On Thursday went with F to see her dress (beauty) and then headed down to first Nyköping for a night and then the country house.
How i love this place. Instant peace and quiet.
Took some walks. Patted some horses. Contemplated a life living like this growing veggies. Always happens when im here. Instant brain failure. As soon as I leave I realise that i LOVE the big city life.
Wearing my new trousers. They are like a built in fan and tan system in one. Too bad it was cold and no sun.
Took some slefies for George in my country house outfit. He needs to know what he is getting into. Cant be icy cool rocker chic always (pretty convinced thats how he sees me).
Also this. No wonder i believed in trolls as a kid. You can see them right? Im pretty sure they are hiding in there.
Went on a social call to another baby. Otto 7 weeks old. He thanked me by sleeping like a frog on my chest. Best thank ever. He also gave me free access to baby smell. My uteris was in heaven. Or maybe hell. Its pretty empty in there.
But, leaving I was happy as larry knowing I was off to don my finest and go drink GT with the family all night. Hooray for babies but HOOORAY for fun times.