Til death do you part

"Drink as much as you can"

So Im in sweden =D just for the weekend. It really sucks because most my friends already have holidays. Ill be back tomorrow evening though dont worry.

I was at my cousins wedding yesterday. It was fun, the crowd was kindof lame but I talked to my other cousin, the fathers little brother, and Joakim, a friend of my dads, or of the family really, whos really cool. He stayed with us since I got here basically and only just left. Hes one of those people with whom potentially akward or odd situations are completely normal. And hes a genuinely good guy. Last night I got increadibly drunk, or well partially he got me drunk but I dont mind, and then we slept in the same bed, and we didnt even hook up or anything. I mean Im all for boys being able to be friends with girls with no alterior motives but how many boys wouldnt have taken advantage? Hes just great.
Anyways so at the wedding I also tracked down the only other guest who seemed to be below 30, he was a pilot, 27, really cute, and the father of a 5 month old kid (yeah I choked a little at that last point but its not like I wanted anything more than someone to talk to).
I also got some major vibes from someone who was 20 years older, married and miledly drunk. But Im not the kind of person who wants a middle aged (sorry) man leaving his wife for me, so Im not really working that angle.
But sure, once I was a bit more alcoholized, aswell as everyone else, I seemed to be talked to by quite some of the stereotypical buissinessmen. Which all had blonde cute wives, most of which were pregnant. Clones.. -.-

Either way. Today I cooked a birthday dinner for my dad, and everyone said the food was great. I love cooking, it wasnt even as hard as I thought cooking 5 courses parallely, though it did take almost all day. So anyways, during the third course, the fathers cell called. And he picked up. And I was like, ok, maybe theres a crisis like someone cant lock the castle properly or something. But no, it was one of his ridiculous "friends" calling to talk about, fuck do I know, how his last photoshoot went or what party he was going to tonight or some shit, and they actually talked for at least a minute. Later I brought it up, and he said it was because my mom had been rude to him before dinner and he would respond accordingly to he was treated. So then they started fighting, or well disagreeing-my father never really raises his voice- and so he went into the city, well okay hes working tomorrow but I guess he was meeting up with someone... would he rather do that than see us? than see me... But okay, hes coming to switzerland next weekend so I guess this time wasnt particularily precious.

Its been 5 days since I threw up. Yay me. Not so easy here where theres food and candy and chips laying around everywhere but Im getting on. Starting therapy soon, have a try out session in a week.


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