After getting a few drinks under our belt it was time to head out. Nivå was the destination of choice. I personally love the place, good music, friendly folk, and two levels of dance floors ooo ya! Happily dancing with my good friends Jenny, Sebastian (the only girl), Jessica and her two friends. I was happily in that euphoria that can only be reached when you've had one too many and "Oh my GAWD! I love this song!!" can be exclaimed every two minutes because "seriously, this place plays the best music ever!!" (insert embarrassing jazz fingers which I am so fond of).
All of the sudden Sebastian, the voice of reason, turns to me. Points to two guys who are super dressed up, and says "If I was a girl, I would talk to those guys because they look like have money and would buy me a drink." I had no choice but to try my luck. After talking for way toooooooo long, to a boy with slicked back hair and a pocket square in his sport coat pocket... which he may have taken out and dangled at one point, I deemed the drink mission a bust. Unfortunately phrases such as "I left my corporate credit card in dubai." and "Where did you board?" only make me gag. However sport coat boy and his little friend who I called "Sweater Boy" all night, became immensely attracted to Sebastian, so there was no hope of losing them. Many other new friends were also accrued (gay british man, who kept unbuttoning your shirt... stay fly!), and actual friends headed home.
The night ended, as do the majority of my nights with a taxi fiasco. Finally at around 4:30 it was time to call it a night. Even though Sport Coat and Sweater Boy invited Sebastian and me to an after party, it was time for the crazy party animals to go to bed. It had started raining so tram and walking were out of the question, leaving taxi as my only option. Yes I am weather intolerant in a bad way, I am American and thus do not like to be inconvenienced in any way... unfortunate I know.
While getting in the back seat of a taxi, a young man got in the front. We will call him Taxi Boy. When screaming "this is my taxi you will have to get out peasant!!" didn't convince the young lad, that this taxi was clearly transporting a feisty animal (the taxi driver... duh) and it was in his best interest to get out, the two of us rationally decided since we were heading in the same direction to split a cab. Well, seeing how whenever I get in awkward situations I cannot under any circumstance just shut up for five seconds, I proceeded to talk my new friend's ear off the entire ride. Oddly enough he enjoyed it, and at the end of our shared ride asked for my phone number... which perchance due to the late hour or the drinks Sport Coat finally purchased me... I could not recall. Did I mention that due to the rain my hair was plastered against my head and mascara was running down my face.
Taxi Boy be blind and caaaarazy! And so is told another anecdote, solidifying the fact that my life will never be normal.
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