Jan 26, 2007 20:13
He didn't come.
He couldn't convince his friend to go with him. That's why he didn't go.
but guess what? I don't care because last night my friends threw me a SURPRISE GOODBYE PARTY!!!!! It was wonderful. Everybody was there (except for the Argentinian in question and Kika, but I won't talk about her now)
I got to dance with everyone like in the good old times. There was a champagne toast and Andrea the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.
"To Harald, the first one to leave and the last one to be forgotten."
Needles to say, I started to cry and I hugged her so tight I almost crushed her. Just remembering it gets me all teary. In fact, there were more than a couple of times during the night when I felt like crying, but I held it together.
It was the most fun I've had in a long time. I will most certainly never forget that night. I'll always have them in my heart. All of them.
PS: Stefano called me a few minutes ago and asked me if I wanted to go out for a couple of drinks. I'm not excited one tiny bit. What's wrong here? I'm actually kind of dreading it.
andrea,
friends,
stefano,
kika