Mezzo Swede

A Toast to World Domination
2002-09-03 16:40:44 (UTC)

Swedish Swedishness

Well, here I am, back in Sweden. I figured out relatively
quickly how to get to dad's internet connection. I am
bummed, because my phone is SUPPOSED to work here, but
when I try to dial anyone, this stupid dutch lady comes on
and yelps about god-knows-what. I had a decent flight over
here, and intercontinental journeys always provide so much
entertainment in the form of other people. I am sure
someone at some point was thinking the same thing about
me, but that still doesn't deter me from finding infinite
humor in what some people wear, and how they pack their
bags, and so on. There was this one guy who had the hugest
calves ever. It looked like he had bowling ball implants
in his legs. I had never seen anything like it.
One of my bags didn't make it on the plane in San
Francisco. Isn't that typical...I stood there like a moron
for an eternity, by the baggage claim, staring at the same
four forgotten pieces of luggage as they went around the
belt. None of them were mine, and I could have realized
this earlier, but for some reason, didn't. Then I had to
fill out all this paperwork for the missing bag. Now the
hypothesized outcome of this ordeal, is that someone will
deliver my bag to my house tomorrow, after it arrives in
Copenhagen around 4pm. The reality, however, might be
entirely different. Who knows. I am just hoping for the
best. Especially since that bag contains all my music for
a concert I am having on Sunday.
I miss people already. I saw Clint and Carly this morning,
before I left. I know I am only going to be gone for ten
days, but it was still nice that they took the time to say
an actual goodbye. I also got to spend some quality time
with Luis before he drove me to the airport, and that was
really nice. It is going to be strange to sleep somewhere
without him next to me. Maybe I can built a makeshift Luis
by putting a bunch of stuffed animals together. No, that
isn't any good.
OK, it's naptime for this wide-eyed vagabond. Um...
that WOULD be correct, only I am not particularly wide-
eyed at the moment, and something tells me I don't qualify
as a true vagabond. So I guess it's naptime for this
squinty-eyed, non-vagabond. Oh, wait, never mind...here
comes...um, the entire family! Bye!




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