Dear ABBA (Frida, Agnetha and Bennybjörn),

Tonight I went to see Mamma Mia. Yes, that's right, I finally got to see Mamma Mia. After all of my thwarted attempts to see it, perhaps at last the ABBA!curse has been lifted (I'm still bummed that not one of you came to find me when I was lost in Sweden though...seriously, there are like four of you. How hard would it have been to find one American girl wandering lost in Sweden?).

A+ job on the movie. It was brilliant. In fact, the theater burst into spontaneous applause when it was over. I am so not even lying.

It was amazingly awesome. I loved it. Even if Peirce what'shisface shouted S.O.S. Which made me a sad panda. btw, my sisters and I totally rocked out S.O.S. way more hardcore than James Bond could ever dream of. But that is beside the point.

The point is, ABBA, I forgive you. I forgive you for thwarting all previous attempts to see Mamma Mia, and I even forgive you for not finding me lost when I was in Sweden (although, seriously, Agnetha could have totally come and found me. She never leaves Sweden, she's got to know the country like the back of her hand by now. And she's a shy person, and I'm a shy person. It would have been perfect. WE COULD HAVE HAD FIKA TOGETHER).

Much love, hugs and kisses,

Sarah