Hey peasants!

Thinking about yesterday, I´m quite sure that I had All weirdoes apply tattooed on my forehead.  Everything started with me baking muffins and mixing vodka with coke and afterwards meeting up with my friend A in the metro.  For some reason the alcohol rose pretty fast in both our heads, and the “fun” could begin.  In downtown we walked around in the so called hurricane weather, which made our hair go all crazy and I started shouting out to the strangers.  Later on I called my two other friends K and M to join us.

As the vodka drastically started to decrease its existence, we decided to go and buy some more booze.  In one of Kamppi´s (a shopping centre) grocery stores, the first weirdoes showed up.

We had picked our alcohol, I went with the safe choice of strawberry-lime Upcider, and yes; this information will be relevant later on.  Two guys, one bald and one with eyeliner on, asked K something about her shoes. Then the eyeliner-guy asked me if could recommend something to drink. Do I look like a specialist, or what? After me answering that I had no clue, he just randomly asked me if I had boyfriend. Strange subject change is what I would call it.  For a Nano second I was flattered but when he asked me why I didn´t have one I kind of got furious so I just left.  (I will do a new post related to this subject).  Everyone was starving so we planned to go to a REAL restaurant. But of course we ended up in the junk-Foodland.

Once we were in McDonalds, and A had abandoned us for her bf, M started telling awesome stories that didn´t make any kind of sense. I and K couldn´t stop laughing. In the opposite table two guys in suits had appeared. 

They began to stare at us and it looked like they were judging our loud spirit. Hello if you can afford a Tiger suit, I guess you can go instead to a fancy restaurant where annoying teenagers’ don´t exist.  As they had finished their food, one of the “gentlemen” came over to me. I can’t remember the exact words, but he said something like this; that cider that you´re drinking, you are worth better! I couldn´t quit laughing, I was so sure that he was going to say that he is cop and that underage drinking is wrong. Well then I said that I like the taste of it, at least after the vodka mix that tasted like cough drops.  The best part was when he asked if he could recommend something better.  According to him I should have put frickin 20 euros on some Rum. When I told him that as student you don´t simply put all your money on alcohol, he took out his wallet, not to give me money as I thought but to prove me that he also was a student. After that he said he was done with me, and he continued with the other dude to the toilet. My theory is to have hot gay sex.

On my way home some guy jumped in front of me in the middle of street and scared the hell out of me. He said hello and asked for my name.  To sum everything up, I would say that yesterday was confusing.

PS, Sorry for the extremely long post.  (Or no I´m not thaat sorry)