What a lovely wedding I attended yesterday. The best Thomas I know, got his Molly Inger in a lovely ceremony in an old castle in the northen part of Stockholm.
So romantic, so cool, and also a lot of emotions during the ceremony. Inger had a lovely black ( yes you read right) wedding dress and Thomas the same black costume. Very fancy, chick and so cool. I could not get down my lips from smiling and adoring their happiness and the perfect couple they seems to be. Congratulations all luck for a great future.
The party was a very nice arrangement including good food, great music and some amusing dancing. I really enjoyed to party with some of my colleagues and their wifes during this happy celebration.
I danced all the way to bed and fell asleep with a lovely smile in my face.
Oohh, except from the very small dirty incident just before bed of the very drunk and not so intelligent woman who all of a sudden started to accuse me for being: to beautiful dressed, to good smelling, to bracky and stupid, to much of a stockholm citizen ( yes I am ) and mostly.... the very worst manager who will walk over corps and dead bodies to get what I want!!! Then she slammed the door in public..!!
Yes, true. I had not talked to her during the evening and obviously she had made a real case study of me for these accusations.
Oboy... what to say.
I will lock my self into my house and maybe go to a monestary or something. What is the problem with some people nowadays? Happiness and enjoyment are obviously not allowed to be shown.
Fyi, I can tell that she came to me this morning and wanted to apologizie for her very bad behaviour, and....she had also made some real research about my management skills ... and was now convinced I was a very good manager... oboy..!!
what to say???
Women, women.... Drunk women can be very embarrasing humiliating and if they are also very depressed even worse.... and I was just hit by the single phenomen according to my friend AL.
If I accepted the apologize? What do you think?
Back to bed and some hours before Monday.
Love / A
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