So Soul shows up at our hotel room at 9.  We have to be out by ten.  He is exhausted from a night of vigorous lovemaking.  I am exhausted from a night of walking across the tundra of Sweden. We pack up our gear to head over to Max’s, where we will crash for the rest of the trip.  The guy is a true legend.  As we are packing, Beeballer calls.  His flight in from Germany has just arrived.  So we tell him where to meet us.  We head out and of course Soul get’s us lost and my legs are on fire.  It’s forced marches like this that are skinnying me up so bad!

We eventually find the apartment and Beeballer gets there about 15 minutes after us.  We pile into our giant bed and all just fall asleep.  I think we slept through the entire day.  Max leaves to go to the costume store.  It takes him three hours instead of thirty minutes and he comes back empty handed.  We start gearing up for our night out and getting dressed.  We run out and grab some japanese dinner and a big box of wine.  We just chill out for a while getting a little toasty.  Eventually we are warm and we head out.

We head to this first bar and I just don’t like the feel.  It’s full of dudes and more importantly there is nowhere to sit.  If I am not talking to girls I need to be getting my rest on!  We just have one drink there sitting on a staircase and chatting.  Four legends about to have a killer night.  We head out to another bar and meet up with four girls.  Max knows them and set it up.  They are cute for London, but not up to par for Sweden.  One of the girls is totally stunning.  I try to talk to her, but I get Beeballed.  The guy is fast.  He is outside having a smoke with her within like one minute.  I mean fair play.  When he went to the toilets I chatted to her a bit and invited her to my party the next night.  She said she really wanted to go and was so sweet and grateful I invited her.  Whether I pull her or Beeballer does, or even if we share, it’s good to have beautiful sweet girls at a party.  Eventually one of the other girls I’m chatting two invites me out for a smoke.

A bunch of us are out there and this new blonde girl walks up and asks for a cigarette.  I can’t really understand all the Swedish happening, but I think she’s friends with the girl who knows Max.  I make a comment about being young and innocent.  She says really?  With a naughty eyebrow arch.  I grab her hand and pull her into an alley.  We just start making out like animals and I put her hand on my cock.  We are both wearing huge winter coats so it’s hard to maneuver.  I am escalating way more than I normally dude, but we don’t progress past this stage.  I mean I wish I’d just stuck it in her.  Why not?  It’s my damn birthday in a few hours.

So we grind and make out.  I never get her name or number.  She just walks off.  I suddenly realize that nobody knew her.  She was just a chick looking for a cigarette.  I come back and feel pretty cool.  We chill some more at this bar and then we finally bounce to a really cool spot with more people to talk to.