pablo fransisco on sunday

yippie! just booked tickets to pablo fransisco on sunday. me and p wiggy are going as well as freddie kreuger and his mistress, the lushious cat-woman miauw. i tried to get a hold of rob the blob, but his phone was off and when he called back, i'd already booked the tickets.

my vacation in numbers

750 sek for 2 new passports where 1 got lost. 800 for 1 train and 2 buses to gothenburg. 2 of the tickets were used. 1 by me. 2 towns, 1 plane in between, 11 days, 1 festival, uncountable number of beer, 1 polish drink, 1 foam party. 2 currencies, 1250 zlotys, around 290 pics, 7 videos, in total 1 gb of memory used in camera. 3 blisters, 2 uncomfortable shoes, 1 pair of flipflops bought. 0 postcards sent. 3 albums put up in my web album.

That about summons it up! Check out my albums to see more.

way out west

today starts the way out west festival. i'm a bit hungover from yesterday, me and st patrick were at liseberg all day before meeting up with other people for beer at the flying barrell. stayed there for a while, before going to stage door, our old place when i lived here.

the festival starts at around 14 and before, i'm going to have lunch with ylvis, an old colleague of mine at the gothenburg post.

well, that's about all for now, i'll give you a full report when i'm back, with pictures and all.

ciao!

locked out

writing again from poland. still in warsaw, haven't gone to either sopot nor krakow. and it doesn't look like we will be going either. we have 2 days left to tourist, which is to short of time for any longer travels. but warsaw is very nice. we've been out drinking (way to much) and checking out some museums and other intresting sights.

right now, we've taken an easy night. went to see the new lynch movie (and yeah... 2h50min of shear horror, both ways). just came back to the hostel, where they seem to have misplaced the key to our dormitory (10 beds, useless in their case), and with no spare keys nor spare beds. hmm... quite the jam we're in. well, i'll tell you all how this exciting story evolves next time. ante vante's sitting next to me and looking quite bored of the whole situation.

the trip has started

went to the embassy yesterday, they helped me with an emergency passport, as i applied for a normal passport at the same time. took no more than 20 minutes. the emergency passport is, apparently first of all to help people get out of a country and home. but most countries accept that you travel with it for a limited time. and i'm just going to travel within schengen, so it shouldn't be that bad. *crossing fingers*

stressed to the busstation, to take the first bus. as it came to my turn in the queue, they had 1 seat left for the bus leaving in that exact moment. so i took it, sat on the bus for 7 hours(!) and met up with ante vante at the station. we had dinner, wine, bear and started planning our trip. it's going to be awesome! we leave tomorrow at 8.55 am. the flight is about 1h30min, so we have all day tomorrow getting acquainted with the town, settle in and plan the trip more in detail.

now, i'm going into town, have a sandwich in the sun, lunch with ante vante, meet up with elli-man, see if i can get into my old working place and say hi ho's.

last day @ work

last day at work, after this day, i'm going on vacation, gothenburg, poland and gothenburg again. erykah badu and other bands. my beloved thóra, my darling anton, fantastic patrik and other good and wonderful people. it will be so nice, so good, so much! =)

maybe i'll grab myself a beer tonight. =)

i'll try to update the blog while i'm gone, but no garanties. pics will come when i'm home again.

worst day ever

yesterday was a bad day. a very bad day. woke up, almost late. caught the bus in the last minute, very nice driver. got to work, felt like a looser. checked my phone, simcard not active. why? i asked. called my old operator, couldn't help. called my new operator. they blamed the old one. no phone, no life. tried to buy presents to my family for the dinner tonight (we're having dinner with giftwraps), but my idea was shattered when i went to the mall and the store i was going to wasn't there. so now i have to stress (literally!) before dinner to get the presents done. well, yeah, and there wasn't any other ideas in mind, for a small sum of money (no stores, they were remaking the f*cking mall! and while stressing around in the mall, finding a cool gift (or 4), i got soaking wet (and grumpy) in the sweater (now i understand that name!), which, in turn, i felt obliged to have since my t-shirt was to small. finally, i came to my friends' (glenn & dolly) place, emptyhanded (well, i bought a t-shirt for myself @ h&m's), took a shower and freshened up. drank a whole bottle of wine (almost) and was given food and good company.

on the way home, the bus was late, so i missed the train. i was about to take a cab, when the bus to my subway came. the subway was 20 minutes away and so i decided to take a cab instead. the cabdriver was really nice and lifted my spirits in the end of a bad day. sl on the other hand, they're paying for my cab.

locked out

my dear friend from skåne, is living stockholm and making this an even more tragic blur of a city, than it already is. he's changing scenery to malmö, since he's gotten a job in a musical there. so tonight was the last time i would see him for a long long while. and so we met, had a drink, dinner and afternoon beer.

he's leaving tomorrow for gothenburg, to empty the room he's renting, but whilst drinking his afternoon beer, he remembered that there wouldn't be any keys to the apartment in town. a slight fear dawned upon his face as he was trying to calculate chances and solutions of the given situation. me, myself, had a hard time at first to understand how one can totally forget such an important part as keys and how to obtain them when you get there.
little should i be talking. as i walked home, it dawned on me that my keys had not left the office. and i froze then, thinking what should do and so forth. in bewilderment, i called my friend from skåne to see if i could crash at his place (this was 11.20 pm, him living about half an hour from where i was), when he asked the question if someone else might have a spare set of keys. which there are, my parents. a bit nervous i called my parents, late monday night to ask them to drive by with the keys so i could get in. gratefully, dad was awake and could jump in the car and race over. now, i have a third pair in my bag, if i would forget the other ones again. and my thoughtless thought remain thoughtless.

hoppfulla homosexuella dyslektiker reser till pålen

ante-vante och jag ska inte åka charter. vi ska dra (till) pålen. vi tänker bosätta oss mitt i smeten. åka upp och ner för att se hela pålen. vi vill bli översköljda med allt vad pålen har att erbjuda och mingla med alla dess invånare. kanske har pålen nåt matnyttigt att ge? pålen som är så stor(t). ante-vante kollade upp lite på nätet, tydligen kunde man få 4,5(?) zluties för 10 kronor svenska. det är ändå billigt, för att säga nåt! kanske bara lite konstigt sätt att sätta priserna. slutligen ska vi skjutas ur pålen och hem igen. det ska bli kul att komma hem som pålenexpert. kanske blir man även en van pålenresenär?

sunday. an achievements day!

yesterday was so good! woke up around 9, called my dad who came over for breakfast. well, he brought breakfast. we talked a bit and then we did some work on the kitchen. not much left, but to paint, or so.

Also went to my friends new apartment and helped him and his girlfriend to scrape the last of the wallpaper away in their livingroom as to paint in their bedroom. i took some pictures, but aren't allowed to show them.

sweet though was the walk there and back. a total of 9 km, i walked for about 1h40m. i'm feeling how my weight is slowly fading away. ;)

i also booked a trip for me and anton to polland! no charter, but polland seems cheap enough! and maybe not as bad as you might have heard about it. haha... well, we'll see.

ps. and sorry thóra, got so late yesterday, didn't take any pics of my kitchen. i'll do it tonight. ;) ds.

bbq party @ nancy drew's remains

had been invited to a friend's girlfriend's parent's place for a bbq yesterday, in älvsjö, outside of stockholm. it's a new couple, whereas the boyfriend has become a friend of mine that i met through his former girlfriend. and if we are all on the same page, i might as well announce that, as a bbq fest is related to alcohol, i still managed to drink only one beer. i instead drank coke (and i still weigh 85 kg!).

there were many that came to the bbq. some that i'd met before, most not. it felt uncomfortable to be the only one not drinking at first, but as people got more drunk and i took that beer, it all got nice. we ate, talked and even danced (i think it qualifies as that)! a friend of mine came with a date later in the evening. and boy oh boy did the other guys try to get her. shockingly without shame as my friend sat next to her as they hit on her.
he was also kind enough to give me a lift home when everyone else continued in town.

funny enough though, about 5 minutes walk from the train station, you get to this wooden house with a big, nice garden, sloping trees and just all suburbia for you. it turns out that they sold it for over 5 million sek. and that to a company that wants to tear it down and make condows on the land instead. that's real estate prices for you in stockholm.

new neighbours

my friends from sshl, elsa and john have recently bought a house in norrviken, sollentuna. they just moved in saturday last week and are still packing up. they moved from an apartment in uppsala to a one floor terrace house. it's newly build, only 15 years or so, the house was open and spacious, with a sloping ceiling.

i was the first to come, elsa was alone. she showed me the house before john came home, bringing matteus et pegah, as well as alex et andré.
the host couple gave nachos and we played rappa kalja 'til late. i also found out that i'm fat (85 kg = 15 kg to much) and john helped me trim my hair.

stupid as i am, i didn't take a picture of the house. but i took other pictures though.

sweet dreams

dreams, dreams, dreams... what can i say... they're weird! last night i had 2 dreams. one included my fantastic friend t-ho', who moved to my house and started a theatregroup we called nova. it was half theatre, half charades, in which we had mad space in the basement for a scene and audience to watch and guess. and several other people in the house joined the group. then, my other dream took me to a party at chalmers (technical high school in gothenburg), hosted by a guy i once fancied (he turned out to be less fantastic than the first, second and third impression gave). he was walking around with what looked like a gamepad, but was a dj-controll, which he and madonna played with (she was dressed in that white cowboy dress she had in the music video "play the music"). i felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave, but the less fantastic man had spotted me. in which case i tried to escape from him and he tried to catch me. he had something to say, but i didn't want to listen.

ocean's thirteen

my fuzzy wuzzy friend timmy came over to me yesterday. he actually lives outside of stockholm, in a small town with around 3000 people in it. since we both had been out the night before, we couldn't really go out again. not fit for the fight, so to say. but we did catch a movie instead. and saw ocean's 13.

ocean's 13 is like the other oceans'. the same character, the same plot, the same wit. so, if you liked the other ones, then you'll definately like this one as well. in this movie, the gang's old boss reuben (elliott gold) get's suckered off a deal that results in a heartattack. so this time, it's about revenge and not about money or prestige. it is about prestige, however, for the man who screwed reuben. willy bank (al pacino) is building a new hotel in las vegas. he's famous for making different and high class, awardwinning hotels. but he messed with the wrong guy so to say.

the task the ocean's gang is trying to get away with this time is, of course, very difficult, if not impossible. but they try, they're smart and they... well, see the film. ;)

i like all of the ocean's movies, but this time, it felt like it was to perfect. even though it seemed impossible at first and people around them said it couldn't be done, the movie never expressed any real unachievable objects. set backs, yes, but the nerve-breaking, sweating; "shit, how the hell are they going to solve this?"-feeling never emerged.

personally, i would have wanted to see them really get set-backed in the last minute. i can't tell all the details, but i would have wanted al pacino's character a bulb brighter or 2. and in the end, when they tell how they pull the unexpected off, it just get's to much. they're perfect and they see, hear and know everything.

but still, they're the ocean's gang. and i like them.

just got a call from my dear friend, the polecat. his bf, mr z sang me a song, that the polecat and i wrote. it sounded great, but the lyrics were... well, funny and disastrous! ;)

they also put me to the test, to see how old i really am. well, i'm apparently a bit over 30.
why don't you try and take the test (in swedish).

salsa

after last nights movie, some of us went for a beer. we ended up at "la habana", a cuban bar/night club on sveavägen. just one beer we said. yeah, right! so much for that. even had myself a mojito, mind you. two of the five in our crowd left for some other excitement in another part of town, but the three of us left, stayed some more. later during the evening, the room got really hot. latino music was steaming from the speakers, and people were dancing salsa all over the place (except the tables, then)! some were beginners, some advanced and some just danced something. one of the few places where the atmosphere was genuinely soft, nice and passionate. just the way you want, for a night out.

continued later on to tiki room at s:t eriksplan and met up with andreas and his new gf. it never seizes to amaze me how people love it when you're grose. i mean, i've never met his new dame and i got invited even though i was talking about nasty stuff (not going into any details) i'm sure most people don't want to hear nor discuss. but hey, i got myself an invitation to a bbq-party at her place later this summer. the more gross, the better, i guess. maybe i'll come, smeared in potato sallad...

pics from last night can be seen here.

midsummer - the sequel

so, now it's monday and the weekend's gone! my friends came over, we didn't go out to bbq the food. It was hot and a litle bit humid, but the sun was behind big, grey clouds that looked like they wanted to pour some water on us. we started off by playing a game of uno. dolly and glenn were new to the game, so they were kind of frustrated when it didn't go so well. anders, a friend of mine, called and asked to come over. we ate, we talked, we did weird faces and eventually we went out (except dolly and glenn, who went home). anders ditched me and patrik, and i decided to go home.

the headache the next day was unbearable. but, then again, i had no one to blame but myself. what i hate most about being hung over is that i always wake up so damn early! i always wake up between 5-8, even though i can fall asleep as late 2. but i stayed in bed and slept on and off untill 2 pm before dragging my awful self to the shower. much refreshed after that, i went to my parents where mom was making her fabolous food and where my brother was watching some interesting chef that cursed alot on tv. dad wanted to clap my head, since i was hung over and thought that i would die out of taking in 2 panodil pills for my head ache. well, we came to the conclusion that it's a privilege to die around your loved ones and also in the comfort of my parents sofa. cause it's hell of a comfortable couch! i rested alot there and got better (note: less hung over). we played games and had a nice evening. i didn't want to go back to the mayhem my apartment had become from after the party (and i hate that about parties! you always clean it to tiptop shape, and then the next day, it's all one, bigger mess than before you cleaned!)so i spent the night at my hotel ma. didn't really come home until yesterday at around 5 pm. met robert and his girlfriend kristin first. we went in to town and had ourselves some coffee and very expensive sodas and juice. of course, i cleaned the apartment somewhat when i came home, so it could look respectable.

midsummer

some friends will come in a couple of hours. we're talking about barbecuing if the weather isn't to bad (apparently it's suppose to rain). but first i have to clean up and make it nice at home, in case the weathermen might be right. but then i just have this tiny problem. for some reason, i'm not allowed to use the toilet. i don't know why, nor how long. just that when i came home the other day, the guys that did the renovation (in december!) had taped the toilet. so, i'm kinda hoping that it won't rain, so i won't have to direct my guests to the bathroom in the kindergarden in the house (you still have to go down to the basement, then out and in). weird, though, since i've been able to use the bathroom since january.

martina graduating for real!

she's not the first of my friends that's finished university, but she's the one that makes me most proud of having done it.

martina has now finished 5½ years of studying social science and psychology to become a teacher. she did it without any studentloans, with a job on the side and for the past 10 months moving and redecorating a whole apartment (and i'm telling you, she didn't just change the drapes. it was the whole shabang)! still, never did she miss, nor fail any test and most of them did she not just get grades, but good, higher, highest grades.

on top of that, has she also gotten her a job! as a teacher, mind you, not that many (except in math and natural science) get those jobs in the beginning. she did though have to exchange psychology for computer, but seriously, that class is so simple, a brain dead 2-year old could hold it. it's about word and excel. not so tuff.

anyway, she invited close friends and family over last saturday to celebrate. that included me and it was nice to meet up with her and people i hadn't met for a while. and... i think i've talked martina's mother on going on a cruise with me. hmmm...
martina had, for this day, made pies and cake covered in whipped cream and strawberries. i can only tell you how delisch everything was (which reminds me; martina, i want those recepies!) and i was almost bloated when i went home.


congratulations martina on you finishing school! not alot of people would have been able to do it the way you did. but you did it, not just mediocre, but brilliantly. many best of wishes to the girl that's become a woman! ;) i'm proud!

ahh, this weekend has been sooo good. or, maybe last week was just good. yeaterday, i, with the company of fine people such as glenn, dolly, s:t patrick and davidoff. we were suppose to have brunch, but apparently the place had stopped serving brunch two weeks ago. still, we sat outside on mosebacke and had lunch instead. and ah, the view. stockholm is a fantastic and beautiful city, especially in the sun at that height. after that, glenn and dolly had to go and get themselves a new computer, since the last one was stolen (they'd had it for 3 months!) and we, the three stooges walked around town, just taking in the fantastic weather and the fantastic day as this sunday happened to be. we had icecream and sat in berzeli parc. robbs came by later during the day.
then, the hangover and wearyness from little sleep the night before, told me to go home and rest. i fell asleep at around 19 and woke this morning at 6. a friend of mine called while i was sleeping. i took the call, still sleeping, then slowly waking up to understand that she did not want to know where the phonelines were dug... hehe... yeah... never call sleeping people, they (we?) tend to get angry. ;)

tomorrow, it's a night on the town with my parents, haha. some icelandic artists will be giving a concert, and i have two tickets. no one (wonder why) has so far said yes.