Helsinki... City of lurve.

Someone has sprinkled diamonds all over the cars on my street.
Or at least that's what I first thought as I walked home in my wine induced haze, touching the windshields in infantile fascination... until a car alarm went off and had me hobbling to my house as quick as my feeble ankle could carry me.

It's 2 degrees. I'm fucking freezing but thanking the infinite being for giving me the foresight to purchase my wonderful red jacket and fluffy boots in time for the chill. Now I just need some gloves so I can feel my hands...

I must admit I'm very easy to please. One day out of the house with people I love and I feel on top of the world.
I had lunch with the wonderful "K" and although both of us spent the first 40 minutes whinging and feeling sorry for ourselves and the state of our "pathetically normal" lives by the end of the lunch we had planned an End of Autumn, Halloween Eve, Pot Luck Picnic Party on the Esplanade. Outside on the Esplanade in the evening. The idea of an outside dinner party in the middle of the city at the end of October sounded like a brilliant one while we were sitting in a warm restaurant. When we walked out into the wind and felt 4 degrees of chill seep into our bones we began to have second thoughts. However, we are determined to go ahead with it... in a week I may be dead from exposure so I hope you cherish this last week of thoughts!

I printed resumes and cover letters to begin my search for more employment and discovered that the city library has a very nice selection of good looking men working for them... note to self: must make full use of library facilities.
I found myself in the post office trying to decide between A4 and A3 envelopes when a friend of a friend decided this was a good time to formally introduce himself (after we'd spent the best part of an hour ending up in the same places and wondering why we knew each other) and suggest we get together sometime... you know "we're both alone here...". In a moment of weakness and confusion (if he's a friend of a friend does that mean he's hitting on me and is it rude if I don't agree to hang out sometime?) I gave him my number. I really hope he doesn't call because I really can't remember his name and considering his friend has professed his undying love to me on many an occasion (of course this is usually at 2am when his words are so slurred he could be admitting something totally different) I don't think it would be such a great idea. Time to avoid all "number unknown" calls...

I then met my lovely Russian friend "I" who made me laugh solidly for almost 5 hours. Her talent for describing our work situation had me in stitches and everyone else in the bar looking on enviously. I only wish I had her ability to make our job so funny... the thought of returning actually makes me feel quite ill.
But I had missed her so much and it was a wicked evening. We practiced my Finnish and worked on her Ab Fab English accent. Apparently we are going to Monte Carlo in the near future and she must have a convincing English accent to woo the rich men (?)... I guess I must have missed whatever led to this, but I felt it was best just to go with the flow and hope she wasn't serious!

And then as I walked home, with her laughter still ringing in my ears I noticed the frost all over the cars and I was entranced by all the sparkles. Once again I am in love with this little city full of crazy beautiful people who love me. All is good.