Last night I checked into Hotel Rival with Frida. My dad is a dumbhead who booked a night for him and my mom a month after their anniversary. Lucky for them they got another room on the right date. And lucky for us, they couldn't cancel this one and my dad is in Spain biking right now so I got to take the room. I invited Frida and we spent the night drinking prossecco in robes, ordering room service and hitting up a couple of bars because we felt too fine to waste our looks in a hotel room. Had the best sleep of my life and woke up to the sunniest day Stockholm has ever seen. A 24h vacation that gave as much energy as a week on a beach.