back in the game

and...it was a good trip. mille mille gracias goes to anton for putting up with me for 4 days and 4 nights...i had a great time in stockholm. coolest part? sofo and the many design stores and little funky nooks. a fashion store called "grandpa" - overpriced, but still cool. all their clothes would have ended up incredibly wrinkly on the plane, and my legs are too short to accomodate those weirdly shaped dresses and leggings anyway. anton, tall lanky and especially tall, can basically pull anything off. the swedish know how to throw a soirée, that's for sure. saturday night it was 3 friends, anton, his parents and me, around his 75 kronos second-hand, recently refurnished coffee table, in candlelight, having just eaten a delicious pasta salad-type dish involving twisty colored pasta, pork, bell peppers, cucumber, red onion and chili-flavored crème fraiche and had a little too much wine/beer, while anton and this PHENOM guitar player ola (this is a bad spelling, but a joke went around that in spain they'd have a lot of fun due to the pronunciation of his name) jammed to works by a canadian badass guitarist (don ross? correct me?) and also to the more acoustic-y side of dave matthews (luther college). let's just say: "let you down," "#41," "crash," with ola and his husky voice and anton on the cajones...pure bliss, basically.

today, i met a harmonica player in my 20th century musical language class who is moving to nyc next year. he needs to work on his english...and might let me into his gig in a few weeks for free?...we'll see about that.

i got back from beauvais at around 10:45 pm, ate a yogurt, wrote a letter to angie wood, and crashed. 9-11 am at michelet was GRUELING. made it there barely on time, and halfway understood all the comments about mosques in cairo from 900-1180...?!

darcy has a beautiful man. it's time for me to locate one for myself.