You may be blithely uninterested, but here’s a report anyway.
Easter was good. Friday night (11th) was my birthday party at The Dubliner, and a lot of people showed up and it was very, very nice to see everyone. We did indeed end up going back to my place at the end, which was also very nice. I threw the remains of the party out at some point, I’m all in favour of late conversations but I’m also rather in favour of just a little sleep. As expected I woke up ridiculously early on Saturday, before eight, I think. However, I messed about the flat for a bit (washed the glasses from the night before and such) so by the time I got out it was almost lunchtime. Stopped by the library and met Linda there and we went for a wander and had lunch at Bagel & Juice. Saturday night? Uhm. Oh, that’s right, I already told you. I got restless and ended up drinking whisky at Bar & Cigar.
Sunday. I can’t remember what I did Sunday. Must have done something.
Monday I picked up Jane at the airport and we went rambling round town, doing a little bit of shopping. We then went down to the harbour and enjoyed the sunshine, and walked around Akershus Festning to end up at The Dubliner for dinner (and cider). V.g.
Tuesday, weather was still holding up and we decided to be tourists proper and took the ferry across to Bygdøy and saw the Viking ships (yes, actual viking ships, not just reproductions, kinda cool, huh?), Ra II and Kon Tiki and Nansen’s Fram. Following that we went home and made Meg’s Toucan Lasagne in preparation for the evening. Pia, Martin and Theresa&hubby turned up to eat it and to play the US version of TP. The guys won (we were playing teams of two), which must surely have been some mistake, but the company was good, so we didn’t really care.
Wednesday, Jane and I popped into town to do some last-minute shopping and then caught a ride with Martin up to Elverum (the poor boy was driving all the way to Trondheim and then “two hours left”), where we met up with my parents and drove to my grandparent’s.
Here followed a couple of days of way too much fresh air, sun and excercise (we went for walks and Jane took lots of pictures of hills, trees and snow, all novelties to her – I could contain my enthusiasm, though I had to admit it was pretty and that I probably shouldn’t be taking it for granted). The mandatory trip to Sweden on the Thursday meant I could stock up on a little Strongbow and I bought a fridge magnet: “Du får röra dammet, men var vänlig skriv inte i det.” (You may touch the dust, but please don’t write in it.) In Torsby we met Linda briefly to do a quick exchange of birthday presents, and lo and behold, she gave me another fridge magnet: “Inget går upp mot en god vän, undantaget en god vän med choklad.” (Nothing can compete with a good friend, except a good friend with chocolate.) Saturday was family party time, as my grandmother’s 80th birthday was Monday, lots of great aunts and uncles to deal with and, though very nice in its way, quite tiring.
On my insistence, we set off quite early on Sunday, Jane and I caught the bus back to Oslo from Elverum and manged to go for a walk in the evening which ended up in The Churchill. However, we still managed to get out and about for the planned walk from Maridalsvannet along Akerselva the next day. And now my shoulders are red. And in the evening I saw Jane off, as already recounted.
Og alle var enige om at det hadde vært en fin tur.
Voice on the stereo: Marli from The Fame Academy singing The Track of my Tears (yay, Fame Academy CD in the mailbox today from amazon)