Penny Bridge revisited

2,5 years had passed, yet arriving in Örebro on Friday felt like the most natural thing in the world. Like I was coming home, albeit to a home I no longer belonged to. Almost every single person I used to hang out with when I was studying there was there, and as we were walking around the streets together, having breakfast at Java like we used to, and having coffee at one of my favorite places of all time, Bara Vara, it felt as though I had never been away. I felt as though I could just grab my pink and black and rusty old bike and ride it home to my dorm room where I'd get ready for that night's party.

But the times, of course, had changed, and instead of going "home" I went back to my friend Charlie's place, who incidentally I lived with in the dorm, and who's place I was staying at for the weekend. After a well-needed rest and general freshening up, we headed to Jenny's place for drinks before going out. She had a lovely place and the party was fabulous. I can't remember when I last had so much fun. I really wish that we could all still live in the same city, although I guess that nights such as this wouldn't be as fabulous if they happened all the time.

I always enjoy the pre-drinking more than the club, I'm not really a clubbing kind of a girl, I much prefer intimate bars or British pubs. Still, I enjoyed myself, because of the company more than anything. A club is always a club and they always play the same crappy music, and it's always loud, sweaty and crowded. But phenomenal people makes for a phenomenal night.

Phenomenal was as usual not the morning after. Unfortunately most of the day was wasted in bed, and despite having booked late tickets home, we didn't have time to do any of the things we had planned on Sunday. I'd wanted to take a walk to campus, and to Wadköping, a really old part of town, but instead I had to settle for a salad at Bara Vara.

All in all, though, I had a pretty marvelous weekend, one that I wish would repeat itself very soon.