Sweden adventures #10
- dancing sweden
Friday - leaving Herrang.
I get up at half five and pack up my tent. Ali’s still up and comes over to say goodbye again. Lovely guy.
Of course I’m at the bus stop twenty minutes early. I have two apples for breakfast and then it’s two buses, the subway, a train, a bus, a ferry, a walk, another ferry, and I’m on my island, Grötö, porridge island. The toilet on the train was the nicest bathroom I’ve seen in a week. Now to find the hotel. It shouldn’t be too hard, there is only one on this island.
I find it, I’m the first to check into my cabin which I’m sharing with friends I know from when I lived in the States. Turns out later that they would have been here already had they not boarded the wrong ferry and as a result ended up spending three hours on boats… I put out my tent to dry and start working on my speech. The speech will reveal the truth about how the happy couple met.
It was spring 2011. I lived in a flat in Princeton with Parween and Sally. Sally lived in the attic, illegally. It was Saturday night and I was going to go to the Princeton University Spring Formal, a party where everyone dresses up nicely. I was going with a Princeton graduate student - my toy boy at the time - and Sally joined us.
When we got there, we first went to a pre-party - the purpose of which was to get drunk quickly and avoid the formal part of the evening, the ballroom dancing. Arriving at the pre-party, Sally pointed out to me that there were only couples, and I looked around and it was true. Apart from that one guy. I said “I think the guy in the top hat over there is single.” And the rest is history. I don’t remember many details from the party. Sally and the guy in the top hat got drunk, he came home with us, left thirteen hours later, and now they are getting married.
I get up at half five and pack up my tent. Ali’s still up and comes over to say goodbye again. Lovely guy.
Of course I’m at the bus stop twenty minutes early. I have two apples for breakfast and then it’s two buses, the subway, a train, a bus, a ferry, a walk, another ferry, and I’m on my island, Grötö, porridge island. The toilet on the train was the nicest bathroom I’ve seen in a week. Now to find the hotel. It shouldn’t be too hard, there is only one on this island.
I find it, I’m the first to check into my cabin which I’m sharing with friends I know from when I lived in the States. Turns out later that they would have been here already had they not boarded the wrong ferry and as a result ended up spending three hours on boats… I put out my tent to dry and start working on my speech. The speech will reveal the truth about how the happy couple met.
It was spring 2011. I lived in a flat in Princeton with Parween and Sally. Sally lived in the attic, illegally. It was Saturday night and I was going to go to the Princeton University Spring Formal, a party where everyone dresses up nicely. I was going with a Princeton graduate student - my toy boy at the time - and Sally joined us.
When we got there, we first went to a pre-party - the purpose of which was to get drunk quickly and avoid the formal part of the evening, the ballroom dancing. Arriving at the pre-party, Sally pointed out to me that there were only couples, and I looked around and it was true. Apart from that one guy. I said “I think the guy in the top hat over there is single.” And the rest is history. I don’t remember many details from the party. Sally and the guy in the top hat got drunk, he came home with us, left thirteen hours later, and now they are getting married.