Baksmälla & träningsvärk

That´s swedish for hangover and...what do you call it, sore muscles. After training. Supported homie-to-be-aerobics instructor yesterday morning and today I feel like I´ve been through one of those machines that turns stone into pebble. Add to that being hungover.

Yesterdays party was fabulous in every way - until the hotel personnel decided it was time for us to leave. Immediately. Which we did, after a while. Until then it was all drinks, snacks (the cheese with the fig/nut marmalade was heaven) and a great view of Stureplan by night. And not to forget - the sauna and jacuzzi. It turned into the Big Brother-sauna, we all chose one character and voted eachother out. The Sparkling Sunshine was Linda Rosing and sat in the sauna in golden shoes and also took a bath with them. Hilarious.

The very same Sparkling Sunshine also created some charming chaos in my prepartying, being too early she had to sit by herself in the lobby, which made her call and text every five minutes - very stressful when trying to get ready and simultaneously finish smoky eyes, call cab, grab the Bolly from the fridge, find the presents to the hostesses, finding flattering black bikini and dusting off the feather boa. Multitasking is an art I´ve developed to perfection.

I´m in a really bad need for coffee now.