I hate good byes. I have said too many of them these last few days, and I still have a few more to go. It just hurts too much sometimes. Our last few days together have been full of fun, but bittersweet. Friday evening, I went for a nice dinner with Katharina at an Indian restaurant then to a club down at the center one last time with the whole crew. The music was horrible, the atmosphere crowded, but we were together so we had fun twirling around the dance floor and goofing off as we normally did. LOTS of photos ónce again and hugs and kisses all around. Afterwards, the french boys and I wanted to catch the last tram, so we literally ran out of the club and down the street through the traffic to catch the tram. We made our finally good byes at the tram stop. Those were the hardest good byes I have had to make on this trip so far...we lingered for half an hour there, but inevitably they had to go home and so did I. It was a long walk home.
Last night was the next set of good byes...spent the whole day with Sarah and Alex just wandering around the city, having coffee, taking pictures, and then in the evening it was back to the centre again to try another club. Fever was our choice this time...top 40 music, but not too bad a scene. Dancing, drinking, and more photos. What an odd odd night. We had a good time though, and the evening ended with a fittingly bizarre note. Cant touch this by MC hammer at 2 am. we all stopped dancing and burst out laughing. It was followed by 2 sugary sweet slow songs, met a nice Finnish boy who I ended up dancing with the rest of the night. Last song of the evening: Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice. What a bizarre choice. Probably to get everyone out of hte bar since they were closing. I hadnt heard that song since my first "party" back in 5th grade at the Balagot boy´s house...back when the running man was THE dance move to do. Bid good bye to my young finnish boy, turned down his request for a date this next weekend, although now i kinda wonder...he was really sweet and cute, he reminded me of that guy in the movie never been kissed. oh well....another late night home....crowded bus to Tilkka to Alex´s flat. We had a mini slide show of recent photos, more lewd jokes, and said our final good byes at 5am. Today, I just want to rest and stop saying good byes...but i have 3 more tomorrow.
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