We lied. Said we were going to a bar called Revolution Bar. Johan didn't have any idea what was about to go down.
6.20 pm me and Maja storms into our apartment whe're Johan sits, talking to his girlfriend/ex grlfriend/whatever.
We blindfold him, put headphones on him with some loud Queens On The Stone Age and jumps into a cab, going down to Fishermans Wharf. We meet up with the others and when we finally reveal the reality for Johan there's 8 boobies (4 Hooters waitresses) standing in front of him singing the fastest version of "Happy Birthday" I've ever heard.
We then enjoyed some really fat but amazingly good food at Hooters before the booze swept us away towards the jazz bars and the 90's dance floors.