I just remembered singing I don’t want to miss a thing on Karaoke, with an American guy I had met a few hours before, in a bar in Copenhagen.
I win at bad Karaoke. Such a good night! Tom walked into the bar half way through our ‘set’ …embarrasing aha. He then let the two Americans I met come back to his place and we were making pasta at 5am. I miss this.
