Went to Eskilstuna for a week, heard that that’s where all the cool kids are at. We had a big ‘ol mormon rave over the week, loved it. Tons of stuff went down, might feel a bit more choppy that usual stories. I’ll try to include the good stuff and just skip the the random awkwardness. I experience enough of that as it is
Dragonboat racing, 3rd place outta 33 teams. I’m not a mathematician, but that’s a lot of threes. Like, two of them, IF NOT MORE.
In all seriousness, it was an intense dose of fun and frustration. Like watching your little niece repeatedly trying to smash a square toy into a triangular opening.
To explain the situation for you, the moment one’s butt touches the wooden benches of the boat, you immediately turn into a dragonboat expert. Like you went to Boat-Harvard University and graduated at the top of your class.
So now we got a bunch of salty professionals all screaming orders at each other while furiously paddling onward. Freaking Disney on ice, total anarchy. Drummer boy slappin’ away to the beat of Toto “Africa”, having a good time. Meanwhile I’m sitting there wondering where it all went wrong.
It was pretty good, 9/10.
Played paintball with some crazy dudes from Wales. Me and my mate tried military tactics with good success on one flank, but those blokes instantly converted to Scotland and went full Braveheart on theirs. Ran headfirst wearing flip-flops and chest hair. Almost felt bad for the friendy Germans we were facing.
Different workshops during the day, I tried the translation one, ended up getting an award on the big gala night even though I was just there for like half an hour. Felt quite awkward when they kept talking about how hard we had worked and I was just standing there like “Yep. Yes. Yea well I like, definitely care about the environment and stuff”.
I’d say it’s among my top 3 undeserved awards.
There was a party every night, which suits me just fine because I happen to be the embodyment of rolling hips and lack of self-respect. On our way to the first night’s dance, me and mah boiii Andreas got interviewed by a Finnish newspaper out of all things. I tried my very best to keep a straight face when I found out, yet all I could hear was
So much weird stuff happened. I think I’ll finish with the carnival dance
Electric bull, which I actually was one of the few who could ride without getting tossed off at all. Turns out that having the hips of an belly dancer in her prime and a lack of feeling in my hands is a good combination. The latter factor is due to nervdamage caused by viper venom.
Perhaps I’ll tell that story next time, we’ll see.
What was that? How did it go with the ladies? Why I never, my good sir and/or madam!