Tuesday, July 6, 2010

"It's just a virus, you'll be rid of it in 3-4 days". Yeah well it's been THREE WEEKS NOW and it's getting old. So old.

Had an awesome weekend though, I've never met so many cool people in one day in my life before. Oscar and I went to Gothenburg to see a bunch of his friends, and one of mine. We started with my online friend Daniel, whom I've known for like 170 years but never met before. We ate ice cream, went to GameStop, built a scary robot out of trash from McDonald's, and all agreed on the fact that wet tissues are essential for survival.

After Daniel's escape Oscar and I took the long, hard lonely walk to see his friends, whom we were to meet in a highly suspicious area of the city. We were to climb three mountains, cross a river, a desert and a jungle to get there. Okay so maybe we only had to get up one mountain, but it was fucking hot and bothersome, and we had backpacks. So it's almost the same thing. Anyway.
We rang the doorbell and Majk greeted us, sweaty, half naked, and chasing his fully naked son around the apartment. I instantly liked him.

After a short while five people and an ukulele joined us, beer drinking ensued, and life was all good. I rarely meet nice, hilarious and interesting people, so I was pretty much overwhelmed by the fact that they didn't puke on me or throw me off the balcony or anything for simply being there. Instead, they actually spoke to me once in a while. And even stranger, they remembered my name. Baffling, to say the least. Best part was seeing Oscar surrounded by so many people who love him. It made me so happy to see him happy.

Sunday morning we woke up early thanks to almost-two-year-old Tristan. We had ice cream for breakfast, turkish food for lunch, and a hot sticky walk in between. Oscar and I had to leave much too early to get him home for work. On the train we ended up next to a total asshole and a guy with dreads. I wanted to twist their heads off. Instead I fell asleep and appearantly kicked Oscar in the process.

Summary: awesome people, good beer, good hugs, good laughs, lots of Oscar-love. Perfect.

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