Last night I went home to the other Frida to get ready for the night. We decided that Stockholm should be more like New York or Paris or some other city where everything is always fun and happening. So we started with sharing a bottle of prosecco, matching in black and dancing to J.Cole in her living room till it was time to go.
We were going to Valhallavägen and a vernissage for photographer Alex Wessely. It was held in a space that's a café by day and it was beautiful. I found my lover boy Drizzy hanging in the corner.
And asked my lover girl to pose in front of him. We got drunk on free cocktails, mingled around, kissing cheeks yada yada yada. After having been stared at by all the boys and made some business deals we got bored and said bye.
We went to Brillo to say hi to Sofia and have fun in the photo booth. Sofia's friend was playing some tunes so we hung out for a while and then went over to Bernie's where the after party for the vernissage was held. It was crowded and loud and so much fun only with a dj that seemed to had been born yesterday. But we embraced it and danced as much as we could. In the middle of a sip of another free cocktail that I should have stopped drinking like two hours ago, Silvana Imam and Seinabo Sey came in with their crew's and I thought I'd die from swooning. I felt so uncool next to them :(
We stayed for a while and danced and said hi to people that we used to know/party with/make out with in high school before we went home to Frida's and I fell asleep on her couch.
Today I've been dead.