Forgetfulness

Every now and then, in my enthusiasm to be a little bit sophisticated, I forget that I really despise the taste of wine. Such Enthusiasm-Inspired-Forgetfullness aka selective memory is also seen in: the excitement to go on a long distance bike ride (forgotten: how much I want to die after 40km), or thinking I should wear my fabulous 5 inch heels for a night out (forgotten: they make my feet acquire muscular dystrophy after one hour).

This transpired again last night at a cocktail bar: I ordered an expensive (by my cheap standards) glass of wine, and ended up drinking the complimentary glass of water. Good job! Nevertheless, I had a wonderful night out with a good friend who happens to be one of the few people in the world that can understand jokes and references to both Swedish and Filipino culture. Who else can I talk to about fjortisar (shudder) and eating Balut?*

Then at 4 in the morning I got a call from O, whom I hadn't talked to since last year. He amusingly demonstrated a fine example of Alcohol-Inspired-Forgetfulness (forgotten: we're not dating anymore).

Definitely an entertaining night!

*Fjortisar: young swedish teenage girls trying to be cool, Balut: fertilised duck egg. In case you wanted to know :oD

Undercova Nolla!

So C and I snuck into a KTH party tonight.

It was almost as ridiculous as the SOAS saga, but with less fence climbing and tight ripping.

First let me write about KTH. KTH is a university here in Stockholm (read: Royal Technical University), a real nerd fest apparently, but from what I've experienced, definitely full of very cool people. It is currently their freshers week, and all freshers (called 'nollor' aka losers) have to wear hideous neon vests, à la that beautiful example I've posted here. So upon arrival at campus, A snuck out and provided us with some. In addition to false identities which we were instructed to assume. 'YOU DON'T KNOW ME!!' she commanded before letting us in and subsequently deserting us. (No spite here; it was a necessary part of the plan!)

Because I've now become scared of copyright issues, let me say: Buy this beautiful vest here!!

Oh, and the other thing: English was strictly forbidden, at least when within eavesdropping distance of other students, for that would instantly blow our cover. Shit. I downed a tequila shot as soon as we got inside.

The best place was the dance floor, which was where we resided throughout most of the night. Firstly, I adore clubbing, and was thus loving it from the beginning. Secondly, it's safe: it's easy to avoid confrontation there, as I demonstrated with the successful use of 'VA? VA? *hand motion indicating music is too loud*'. You see, I'm quite good at Swedish, but when it comes to chattering away like a confident native speaker or comprehending the nebulous slurs of a drunken swede... forget it. 'VA? VA?' it is. Then there's the smiling and nodding, which I attempted at one point when A was being chatted up by various men and kept referring to previously uncovered information about 'Anna', my identity for the night. 'She's from group 8', she exclaimed happily, motioning towards me. Group 8? Group? Wtf we are categorized too? Smile and nod, smile and nod.

Then there was the dance. Oh the dance! Little did I know that KTH would embrace a eurotrash song so. As soon as it started, the dancer density in the room rose noticeably, (Oh, this is a popular song I guess) and suddenly everyone slumped down towards the floor (wait... what... what the fuck?). C and I followed suit, exchanging incredulous glances, and as the choreography progressed we realised that the only thing we could do was copy them. So we did. I only bashed into a few people with my delayed dancing, but I got it in the end! Well I had to - they played that fucking song 6 times by the end of the night. It was absurd, hilarious, clean fun.

And I laughed about it on the bus all the way home.

:oD

P.S. Thanks to C and A for an awesome night! I hope to party with A again, she's amazing fun and all the boys love her :oD And C, I'll see you in London my love!