Hi Babe, Vol. 4

"Hello?"

"Hi Honey!"

"Ohmygodhibabe! How are you doin'?"

"I'm fine, thanks. How are the guys?"
"What guys?"

"Good answer. Just checkin'"

Haha, funny, funny! In fact, so funny that your paycheck just bought me strawberry champagne and the june issue of Elle.

All kidding aside, the funniest thing was probably that I had to show my ID at Alko. For me to not be able to buy this bottle of bubbly, I would've had to be 7 years younger than I am!

Although, it might be a better thing to be carded at Alko for suspicions of being max 17, than it would be if they would greet me by name at the door and ask me if I wanted "the same as usual?"

Having the weekend off, I've been doing some sunbathing. And some cleaning. Since it's hot as hell, I had to vacuum in my bikini. Bet you wish you were home now, huh?

And I mopped! For real! No, believe it. Still in a bikini. And I cut away about half the skin on my index finger while mopping. Because around here, we mop the way you're supposed to. With a lot of aggression. But the main reason I'm telling you this is because I have now both vacuumed and mopped (and will probably have to at least vacuum a few more times before you get home), so you better take your shoes off before you come back home or I'm going to go batshit crazy.

As for all of us, me and everyone I've had contact with, we're all doing fine. Juhani called me today though:

"Hi. You know your maid of honor?"
"Yes, I believe I do."
"She sent me email concerning your bridal shower"

"umm.. dude, I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to tell me any of that"

"no, just wait. She sent me email, and I'm not gonna go"

"You're not? Why?"

"because I already planned a bridal shower"

"okay..."

"you and me go out, have lots and lots of beer, and Sami drives us around to all the clubs"

"I'm in!"

I love my maid of honor, Annika to tiny bits and pieces, but I can relate to how Juhani wouldn't want to participate in an all girls evening. He is, still, almost 2 m (or 6 foot 8, if I did my math right) tall, looks like a biker and is the closest equivalent to one I can come up to without him owning an actual motorbike. You all around Europe (go Yurp!) and the US of A would probably get the image right if you think viking. No, I said viking, not that dwarf with the pantyhose' and plaits from Lord of the rings. Come tell me it's not a gay movie... 9 guys in tights and plaits running around looking for jewelry...

To top it off, I'm still a bit surprised that anyone would throw me a bridal shower, or a bachelorette party, as we call them. I know it's kinda a duty for the maid of honor, but I'm still stunned to think all my friends would have the energy to re-arrange their calenders just to show me a good time. And pay actual money for it. I'd settle for all of us sitting on a rock, drinking beer. And it wouldn't surprise me one bit if they'd all decide at some point "screw this crap. Keg party!". 

But we do go a long way back with Annika. For the past ten years, I've spent midsummer (which basically means we all get the day off work and get hammered) at her place in Hämeenlinna. With that one exeption a few years back when I was suspected to have salmonella. I didn't, so y'all can touch me now. She, on the other hand, has always spent the 1st of may with me in turku. With that one exception last year, when I was unhappily working.

Which I will be this midsummer too, but even if I get off work at 8 pm, and am at her place at 10pm at the earliest, I'm still gonna party my shorts off.

This sidetracked a little bit, but the main thing is that I still miss you every now and then, and I hope you're still doing fine.

Love You.