Weekend

So I took this test to find out what city suits me best, and the result was New York. Cool. Except I had great difficulty answering the multiple choice questions, as I found the choices don´t apply to me very much anymore. Like what kind of classes i like the most, what school I would choose if my parents were making me transfer. Hmmm... and the last thing I do before leaving the house for a party (grabbing something to eat, looking in the mirror, phoning to see if all the cool people are still there, etc). No, I make sure I´ve given the babysitter all the instructions needed and that the pizza is on it´s way - for her, not for me. Oh I must be getting old, but the important thing is that I don't feel it. When in the right mood I can feel positively hip and young, I just pray that I don't just look pathetic while feeling so cool.
Had a good weekend, ma&pa kindly babysat and Hubby and I ventured out on Saturday night. Met up with some friends, the guys talked music as always and then this ex out of hell showed up (my friend's ex, not mine) and the mood died a little, as it tends to do around psycopathic people. So we all decided to leave and go to this place Sirkus but left when they closed the garden and we couldn't freeze to keep the smokers company anymore, then we went to a place called Organ which was a bit of a disappointment. I wonder what it's going to be like, going out in Reykjavík in the winter, since they banned smoking everywhere...