Is all it takes to brighten Sofia's day.
I'll get to that in a second; first, I'll tell you about my day.
I left early this morning to get a ride with Sofia to work in the city. Sofia lives in the country just outside of Stockholm, so by car and public transportation, it takes an hour to get into the city. By public transportation alone, it takes a lot longer.
The morning was cold, in the negatives [Celsius, of course], Winter's first true bite into fall. I was meeting my crazy fun Aussie friend Garreth [aka Gerard the Dwarfed Giraffe; don't ask] a little later, so I had an hour to kill. My oh-so-ancient blue beanie wasn't cutting in, so I decided to kill some time and buy a bright yellow beanie and some cheap leg warmers, along with soap. We all need soap, right?
After that, I met up with 'Gerard" and his mate from home, Large or Big Bird; I never did catch his real name. And he's not actually large. Oh, the irony....
Anyways, we took a stroll around Stockholm, taking photos, chatting away, and eventually ended up at a quaint little cafe in Old Town with an epic medieval cellar. We chatted away some more about music festivals, shenanigans in Europe, bands, and the sexuality of 'Large' [solely based upon the fact that he bought a very feminine, raspberry tart].
It started to rain, and after we molested a mannequin, bought moose beer cozies, and wondered why on earth a clothing store would advertise its frumpiest clothes, it was time to head back to the city center and part ways; Garreth had a ferry to Latvia in a couple hours, and didn't want to miss staying in a hostel that provides AK-47's to shoot at abandoned bunkers. It was great to see Garreth and his friend, and I'm happy he changed his ferry so that we could hang out for a few hours.
By this time it was around 2 PM, and Sofia wasn't to get off work until about 6:30. I decided to drop off my moose-cozy, and attempt to mail a postcard to Fletch [who is sadly in jail again] and find some food.
After wandering for a bit, I decided that Harry Potter threw a cloak of invisibility over Mail Boxes Etc., because it had certainly disappeared from the spot it was at four days ago. Sofia also informed me that Sweden doesn't have post offices anymore [yet they have masturbaitathons on public TV? What?!], so I decided to put off mailing it until the tomorrow when I could get some stamps and mail it from the house.
I still had time to kill, so I grabbed my book and headed to a warm Thai cafe to get some grub and stay sheltered from the cold and rain. While eating my veggie noodles in my flannel and reading The Dharma Bums [Kerouac] in a trendy, post-modern Thai cafe in Stockholm, I thought to myself "Wow, life is GREAT!."
Two seconds later i wondered when my originality disappeared only to be replaced by cliche, and silently thanked the cold weather for not letting me don a headband.
GEEZ.
Still though, good day.
I headed back to Design House Stockholm
to keep Sofia company, and finally it was time to go. To cut this short, only because I've written way more than I intended to thus far, after two trains we got to the station that Sofia's car was parked at to drive the last half hour home [it was FREEZING] and her car was broken. Yes, the clutch or something to do with the clutch was jacked. It was cold, dark, and we were at a random train station far from any bus stops. Her friend lives around the corner, but he couldn't sort it out. Sofia called Jonas, her boyfriend, and he said he'd come tinker with it in a couple hours and to take the train and bus home in the meantime.Of course I lost my train ticket, so we had to buy another one to get to the train station that's also a bus station; backtracking to Brommaplan. We got to Bromma and realize that we just missed the bus we needed, and it would be another hour until a bus would take us to another stop where we would change for the last bus.
Sofia said we should wait in McDonald's until the bus came, because it's warm and she was hungry too. She was pissed off and about to cry; lack of money to fix her car, plus all of the other unfortunate stuff that's going on in her life right now. When it rains, it pours. Really excited for monzarella sticks, we sat down with hot chocolate and she awaited their arrival. When they came, a glint of happiness almost immediately turned to despair. I asked her what was wrong, and she replied, with an exasperated sigh and sad, puppy dog eyes, "There are only three!!"
At this point, I started to laugh. Really, laugh. Sofia started to laugh too. All of her misfortunes were topped with a miserable three monzarella sticks. "It's just not enough!" Hahahaha. We laughed for a good long while, I shoved 23 kroner at her and told her to get more sticks. She said she wanted 'chicken bits,' but ended up with two cheeseburgers as they were all out of 'bits.' Still not doing the trick, I scrolled down to "Laughing at Life" by Billie Holiday and shoved my ipod at her. It only helped a little, so I decided to put on 'Twilight' off of Maiden's Killers album and it did the trick! Sofia has a secret love of 80's metal, and this did the trick.
She smiled, we made it on the bus, and by the next bus her car was fixed and Jonas picked us up. Not to mention, her new wetsuit came in the mail today and the forecast is supposed to be 5 meters on Sunday.
Life has a happy[ish] ending, yet again.
YAY 14 HOUR DAYS IN STOCKHOLM!
hahahahaha
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