One o’clock

The following week passed by very fast. Summer had arrived to Stockholm and we had lunch outdoors. When Friday came, it was time to send Lousie off, who is leaving for better opportunities, with a rosé luncheon and some champagne for dessert. It’s actually a dream to leave work by one o’clock on Fridays. Life quality has to be working less.

When evening was upon us I headed over to Out of Office AW, met up with some friends, held one or two ice fountains, drank some beer and watched the extraordinary after work OOOAW has become. Impressive is a mild expression for their success. It’s so fun to have followed them from the beginning, and now hear the stories, almost mythological. I ran into a friend who I studied with, she now lives in San Fran, lovely to catch up with those one spent 80 hours a week with for two years. The evening ended at my fav bar, Morfar Ginko, dreamy as ever.

morfar

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