Day 68. Bira, Bira, Bira, Bärs, Bärs, Bärs.

With some fresh new golden toned haircolours this Friday night we paid a visit to a poular little all american bar. Our polskie swede friend, the beloved Philip told us to come there, he was there with his new found oh-so-swedish friends Hanna, Johan, Lisa och Kalle..eller vad de nu ens va dom hette..lite halvtorra va dom ju iaf. They are all students here and seems to have a lot of fun. They were cool tho.
Philip was a lil sad because he's leaving on Sunday, he'd just started founding his way around Nueva Yorka. We called it quits and on the way home we were blessed with Philips fyllesnack och denna gången handlade det om dagen när han poppade en overdose av Viagra, ja säger bara, stackars tjej- She never called him again..I think both of us, you guys aaand even Philip understands why...