Parties, parties, parties...

I am so incredibly hungover today.

In the last week, I made ambitious social plans. On Thursday, I went out with a group of other expats that I met with a meet up group. A couple of girls from Africa, who are here with their families of diplomats, and an English guy studying in Uppsala. It's been incredibly entertaining to hang out with them. They are all highly educated, smart and funny people from very diverse backgrounds and it's been so refreshing to go out with people I can joke with.

I woke up a bit hungover on Friday. Of course, we went out with Fredrik's friends to a bar. AG it's called, it's a Spanish inspired restaurant with delicious meat. We had hamburgers and drunk quite a lot. It was a laid back event and I had quite a few glasses of wine.

On Saturday, I was feeling tired. My liver was showing signs that something was wrong. We went to a double birthday party with Fredrik's high school friends. They were incredibly sweet and I had a laugh. But I think I went a little bit crazy on the booze. I woke up this Sunday with my head requesting a quick and painless death.

The thing is, it's much more acceptable and common to get hammered here, and it can be quite hard to not try to keep up with everyone. In all three occasions, the drinks just kept appearing in my hand all night long from I don't know where. In Sweden, people will drink hard. If you keep up, they will compliment you on your skills, haha.