I know, I suck. I haven’t posted anything on my blog during my entire five week vacation. I’m sorry, but then again, kind of not, since I have been busy actually doing stuff. And have not always had a computer within reach (and have not yet made friends with the blog function on my new Android phone).
But, I am back now and to keep everyone posted on what’s been going on in my life since I last posted something, here is a short summary of every week that I have been off. OK?
Week one
Headed to the Arvika festival with a bunch of fun and crazy people. Had fun, did some shopping, got drunk a couple of times and listened to some OK bands. A bit disappointed though, that this festival did not learn the lesson that the now cancelled Hultsfred festival had to answer for earlier this summer – branching out so that there is a little bit from every music group is NOT a good idea. In fact, it’s damn right stupid. Giving people a little bit of everything means that everyone is a little unhappy. Why settle for that? Why not just keep Arvika as a festival for electronic music, the way it started, and have tons of happy people instead of less people and all of them sort of unhappy?
The last day of the festival I got seriously ill and had to be rushed to the emergency room, where I endured what was probably the most horrific couple of hours of my life. I had a panic attack and started hyperventilating, you see. And I am not kidding, all of the muscles in my body locked down. I was unable to bend toes, fingers, arms, legs, EVERYTHING. A nurse had to get me a bag to breathe into and be constantly at my side (along with my seriously worried boyfriend). After about thirty minutes of not being able to move (which was so scary!), I finally managed to breathe normally again, and the use of my limbs returned to normal. Jeez.
After that, we checked into a hotel and spent our last festival evening watching TV.
Week two
For the second week, we packed up the rats and their summer cages, and headed north to the small town of Malung, where my in-laws live. Week 29 is always dance band week up there, which means that around 40.000 people drive their enormous trailers up there and stay for the whole week, listening to Swedish dance band music and dancing like crazy.
We are not big fans of the music, but really love the mood that this festival sets. And it’s always fun to dance. And of course, to spend some quality time with my boyfriend’s family and friends. If you have no idea what Swedish dance band music is, it usually means the band name has the letter Z in it, they have really dorky and often sparkling (and matching) outfits, and all the songs are happy and pretty much about love. Check out these guys for example:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QLHUFxA6I0
By the way, the rats did so well on the five hour trip it takes to get there. And they had while we were there fun as well.
Week three
In between crazy music and relatives pulling you in every direction, we decided that we needed a week at home. My best friend E came to visit for three whole days (yay!) and we went to a super fun pole dance workshop with the brilliant Miss Zahra Stardust, who you can sneak a peek at here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIHOnVYIqK4 (this is the only pole dancing I have been doing all summer, so I am itching to get back to it!).
I also met up with an old friend from high school and drank sparkling wine and talked about everything. That was a great night.
We also went to dinner at our friends’ awesomely decorated house (they just got a hot tub, hello!).
Week four
This was the week that we were planning on spending at our family’s summer house, but we messed up the dates with my parents and it turned out my dad had to work this week, so those plans went down the toilet. Strange, this is the first summer ever where I haven’t spent at least a week out there.
We did some serious cleaning of our apartment during our fourth week of vacation. And we bought new stuff for the bathroom which changed it completely. It looks totally awesome now! We got rid of our annoying washing machine (which we never used since we have two big ones in the attic) and just made everything match in there. The bathroom is all in grey, black, white and red in there now. AND, there is a lot of room for all my makeup. Yay!
At the end of the week, my mom came to visit us and spent the night. We had a ton of fun taking her out shopping, going to a really great restaurant and to our favorite spot for drinks – Vampire Lounge. She had a blast and so did we.
On Friday, we once again packed up the rats and, accompanied by mom, went to her and dad’s place outside Uppsala, had dinner and then on Saturday morning headed out to the summer cabin. So at least we got one night out there this summer.
Week five
The last week of our vacation was spent in Cardiff, Wales. We were invited to a wedding reception by an old friend of my M and decided to make a week of it. Cardiff is pretty small and has great (and pretty damn cheap) shopping and was just what we needed after a hectic summer. So we ate, drank and walked around for a whole week. It was great! Just time for each other. And I bought two awesome pairs of shoes!!
My boyfriend had his birthday that week and I treated him to lunch, an unfortunately crappy movie (“The Last Airbender”) and a fucking fantastic dinner with drinks and groovy desert.
The wedding reception was a lot of fun, but unfortunately I once again became ill and we had to leave a couple of hours earlier than we had planned on. That night, I threw up as if my life depended on it. Not fun. So our last day in Cardiff was pretty much spent in bed, watching TV.
The only downside (other than me getting sick) to our trip was that it took so long to get there. The flight was only two hours, but Cardiff has no airport so we had to fly to London, and we flew with Ryan Air, which meant we had to go to an airport that is like two hours away from where we live. So from door to door, the trip took almost twelve hours one way. It was exhausting.
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In short – I had a good five weeks of vacation and for once it didn’t feel like time flew by and I had to stress to get stuff done. I was able to just relax and go with the flow. And I loved every second of it. Well, except for the puking and the trip to the hospital. Oh, and both me and my boo have become vacation fatties, so it is time for some serious getting into shape now that we’re back. Unfortunately we both have a pretty nasty cold, so we can’t really start working out just yet. I miss my pole… It’s just standing there, all golden and shiny, looking at me like it’s saying “Why haven’t you been twirling on me for so long? Don’t you like me anymore?”
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