Sushi at the restaurant with Andris, fake bar-hopping with him + Filip and then being at Collage for hours. It was fun in a weird way. At one point I got a very stupid idea, then everything went dark and I realized I had acted on said stupid idea and I thought I was going to get reported to the police, but luckily some few words I picked up in chem class got me out of it. Also, I really don’t think they would’ve done it anyways.
Today was the most awesome day at the restaurant yet. My aunts husband is a professor of sorts at a university for athletes and stage performers and they had won some international contest for entertainment. I miss the circus life sometimes, people who regularly use their body for recreation and not just “oh my god I have to work out because that’s good for me” are usually much happier people. Or maybe it’s just the fact that they are born entertainers and know how to enjoy themselves and have a good time. Around 30-40 athletes from all across the world were there and had a party and it was fudging awesome as hell getting to talk about neutropics, agility and to do it in so many languages. EMOCIONADAAAA! It was fun is all.
Apart from the mountain of beer and cider, everyone had brought their very own bottle of champagne to the buffet of yakiniku and dumplings that we ate at the restaurant. I laughed until my inner workings started to hurt and we held a toast every four and a half minutes. Just before the stroke of midnight we went to Engelbrektskyrkan were we screamed our lungs out, out of passion and love to the beautiful scenery of our most beloved and all the fireworks around us. Fireworks, Gandalf, Fireworks!!! And yes, Stockholm delivered whilst Midnight City was playing on full volume in my head. Afterwards we had the most ridiculously fun night at Oscar’s with random lovely people and our randomly beloved friends.
Hi there! In November and December I’ve been working good at creating Kin-Maru - my own restaurant. December sixth was the opening day and it’s already going splendidly. I’m blogging this from between our lunch and dinner servings, although some guests seem to be keen to stay with their mangosushi. Otherwise I’ve just been dancing, kissing and dreaming a whole lot.
We started Friday night at Filips watching an easily avoidable Halloween movie and then we headed for the dancefloor. Met Jossan at the beginning and Axel in a bunny suit. On the other dance floor Pyttan and I found each other and we talked for like an hour outside which was like the coziest time ever and it made me think of how random things in Kenya happened by themselves when two Swiss dudes started talking to us. When Filip found me we went home an hour before closing time so we could squeeze in some cozy hugging time before bed. As always – it felt very nice to see to Kenyans and as always – it’s nice kissing Filip and then falling asleep.
So here’s why I didn’t blog about Tiësto night – I don’t remember much of it… at all. I took away two things from it – 1. Tiësto is a nice guy who drinks a jägermeister inbetween transitions and 2. I’m ABSOLUTely allergic to winter wheat. That is all I have to say about that night. And that I like his version of Paradise much better than any other. I generally like his remixes of songs better than the actual songs and the other mixes.
I was some sort of dead princess at last Wednesdays party with bloody gloves and a crown. Best remix of the night was Come With Me by Aoki + Polina. For legal reasons I can’t tell you the most fun things we did that night or where I found that belt. But I remember giving a bat to a Chilean bartender and being carried by the DJs to find F and wanting to crowdsurf but then giving up and I ended up hiding in the speakers. I danced on the tables, sitting on the barside and the DJ booth so much that my butt and feet were swollen for an entire day after that. We went there as a mixed group but while there I met the two gay J’s and Freddie (!) who helped me out of some trouble with a huge misunderstanding with a guard.
I’m really not a party girl. Japanese history in my underwear, a blanket and some orange juice by the fire is more of a nice Wednesday for me. But I reckon I won’t be clubbing when I’m sixty-four so it’s better to squeeze it in now.
WARNING! BIG POST! On Saturday, Oscar rented a barn and renovated it for special occasions. It was a pink and green dance floor where I went around and took pictures while I was dancing and Andris felt sorry for us because we always kept to ourselves and Agnes stole Nutella backstage and danced Gangnam Style … We played with cups and cheeks. We flipped back and forth and had probably died if we had continued. We found the real eggs in a nesting box. Nariman drove us to the station in his fancy car. We ate at McDonald’s, I thought I won Plague Inc. on normal mode and then I went home to Filip and slept like a baby.