At 11.57 I wake up and text Kati: "Did I dream it all?" An hour later, I get a beklämt message back. "I wish..."
A night like this happens rarely, I think. To imagine that our much talked about, much awaited Girls night out would urarta in one of us being forbidden to enter Debaser, continue with some sort of efterfest at Elin's and Matildas knä ur led (due to an extravagant dansmove), hyperventilation on the floor and akuten, ingång 38 one hour later. Spending 45 minutes there waiting, half sleeping, half drunk, in the company of three crying teenage girls and one middleaged druggie (soon picked up by a police with the words: "Ok Berit, då var det dags igen"). Eventually we give up and march out to an awaiting cab and by that time everything is broad daylight and birds watch our grand finale from sjukhuset, still dressed up but with utrunnen mascara.
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