galen dag igår. ca 06.30 imorse var jag hemma, alldeles utmattad. 

jag och martin tog tåget in till NYC vid 13.47 igår. åkte subway upp till central park och fixade det som behövde fixas. åkte sen ner till pranna och mötte upp fransyskorna. där bjöds det på champagne med apelsinjuice. nomnom. 

pranna förvandlades strax från ett slags brunch hak till något nattklubbs-liknande (fast mitt på dagen). bord och stolar dukades undan och där blev ett dansgolv istället med en dj som väckte liv i stället. bra drag! vi dansade och sköljde ner drinkar.

vid 19-tiden lämnade vi pranna och käkade lite nachos, som givetvis sköljdes ner med mojitos. efter detta mat och dryck kalas blev det dags för lite mer dryck kalas i en.. sportbar. inga mojitos denna gång, dock öl. 

skippade limon. tog en taxi ner till marinan och gick ombord på båten vid 23.30-tiden åkte runt runt manhattan och drack drinkar och dansade och kramades med fransmän och hade det gott. bra liv! bara noel som fattades. black dresses with a matching tatt! ♥ 

befann mig på penn station vid 04.00-tiden och tåget hem gick 05.19 där någonstans, när jag var som allra mest sliten, kände jag att det liksom inte är värt det, det här partylivet alltså.. men den tanken slogs bort lika fort som den kom. för vi hade det så jävla bra igår! vi skrattade så mycket! vi dansade så att fötterna var alldeles ömma. summan av kardemumman.. dit jag alltså vill komma med detta är.. att så länge man är i gott sällskap och så länge man har kul, så är det alltid värt det! tack mina underbara vänner, för en alldeles underbar dag/kväll/natt/morgon! 

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crazy day yesterday. I was home around 6.30 am, all done. 

me and martin took the train to NYC at 1.47 pm. took the subway up to central park to get some stuff done and then joined the frenchies at pranna. there we had champagne with orange juice, which was delicious. then pranna went from this nice brunch-place to something that resembles a night club. chairs and tables were taken away and the dj was cranking the music up - bringing everybody up to the dancefloor. we danced and had drinks and danced some more.

around 7 pm we left pranna to go for dinner. nachos and mojitos - yum! then across the street to something that looked like a sportsbar, for some beer. 

we skipped the limo ride and took a cab to 23 FDR where we boarded the boat. went all around manhattan, had drinks and danced. we had fun! just missed noel! black dresses with a matching tatt!! ♥

I was at penn station around 4 am and my train back home was at 5.19 am. then and there I felt like this whole party life is not really worth it, but the thought left as soon as it came. and the reason for that is simple. we had such a good time last night. we were laughing and dancing and really enjoying ourselves. so.. what I really wanna say is, as long as you are with your friends- the people you love, and as long as you are having the time of your life, then it all makes perfect sense. then there's no place you'd rather be. then it's all worth it, always! thank you, awesome friends, for an awesome day/evening/night/morning!   

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