It all depends on how you look on things..

So, after a pleasant night of beerdrinking under the sunshading marquess of a bar, a descision was made –as the mature adults we truly are?- to happily head home while we were still on top.

As we pass the quay on our stroll to the subway, we get stopped by this longbearded version of Lucy the first homo sapiens. With his, oh so, convincing way he tries to tempt us to continue the party together with him and his friends, pointing at them sitting in the boat looking embarrassed but yet hopefull over the fact that their quite cheerfull friend on shore was doing all the work of picking up innocent ladies. We looked on him as he tried to balance his weight enough to stand up straight. And then on his two bigeyed friends whos' need of female companionship was on the verge of intimitating. And then on the –indeed- expensive motorboat (but also possible highjacking-vechicale). And finally at eachother. Mmm.. Tempting, but no thanks. Åsa firmly pushed away his arms around me (had I even let him?) and so our walk continued.

As we realised the next subway was 20 min away, we reappeared from the underground to take a sip of fresh air (inner city-carbon monoxide, anyone?) in the early morning instead of slowly getting sleepy while waiting. In the middle of an intense discussion about whatever, these Finnish guys show up. And since we were still waiting, we started chatting with them. Of course we forget about the time and so all of a sudden two other Finnish guys appear and joins us. Note that the second ones were not acquaintens of the first ones, and vice versa of course. It struck my mind that for being a National holiday there were awfully many non-swedes around us, as if we had “Free vodka” marked in our foreheads. Ah well, we determined the entire situation seemed greatly entertaining sitting on the subway and finally on our way home. As we thought..

How it actually happend, neither one of us can explain. But when the bus turned the completely wrong way and then to the highway we realised that it all of a sudden would turn out to be a long night. How did we get on the wrong bus? Why didn’t we look to see it was the right one before stepping on? And why in heavens name did we even dare thinking “it can’t be –that- far to the next stop”?

After what seemed like an eternity, we jumped off only to discover we were in what I would call the Swedish outback. (Oh, so this is where it’s been all this time?) All we could see around us was forest. All we could hear was the sound of ourselves. In both directions the highway disappeared into the skyline. I turn to meet Åsa’s eyes and we both break out in laughter as we ask ourselves “What the f*ck do we do now??” realising we really are deserted in the middle of nowhere. After a while a car shows up on the opposite side, the right side, of the road and Åsa -who’s most genius ideas always seems to appear when drunk- starts waving him in to ask for a ride. Before I can purpose I better –slightly less suicidal- way of ending this little adventure, the car stops. Just as pictures of Åsa being dragged into the car and driven away flies by, I discover it’s a nightly guard doing his routine tour. I quietly thank the ones above for sending us this angel (after all, he might aswell could have been one) and on our way home the three of us have a remarkably fun time at how we met.

So I guess one can say that we got lucky that night, in a matter of speaking..