a double whammy struck the tiny city of oslo last night: a bon jovi concert with 30,000 ticket holders and Sweden's appearance in another EuroCup game. Insane. So two gals from southern norway took the day off of their university cleaning jobs, packed bookbags, some cigarettes and high heels, all in the hopes of touching their american idol...bon jovi. who was cool when i was like 13. they also love aerosmith, kiss, foo fighters, and any other arcahic american institution they can get their big norwegian hands on. so they were fun. i met a turkish girl who just wrapped up her masters in sweden. she was cool too. but the best, the absolute best, was the guy who stayed in the lower bunk next to mine in the six bed room. i didn't meet him till 3 am, after sweden won the game and he had downed probably two hundred dollars worth of booze. he and his girlfriend came stumbling in, and he collapsed on the bed. at first i thought he was dying, and he might have if the sound of his gasping for air hadn't woken him up. but it did. and as his girlfriend haphazardly climbed into the top bunk he flipped on his side and began the loudest stint of snoring i have ever heard. ever. for hours. i wanted to warn him about the perils and cures of sleep apnea in the morning but i was too cranky for lack of sleep. and when he came out of the bathroom in his tighty whitey (or yellow and blue) swedish underwear i couldn't not laugh in his face. oops.
so i'm waiting for ingrid and waiting for the rain to go away. i'm headed to the contemporary art museum when it does. not only is it free, but it has a statue of michael jackson that i'm dying to see.
and on to another euro cup game tonight when the lobby of the hostel will be choked with people from ten different countries all stretching their necks to see the tv and oohing and ahhing and hemming and hawwing. (sorry, rhyming proves too tempting)
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