Epic weekend!

I wanted to just document for your entertainment and information this particularly interesting weekend:

1. Friday night, I went to "humanities house" at the university, where they were holding a Slavic student disco.
2. I drank several beers, and ended up in a very intense conversation with an Italian guy named "Alfredo". He tried to teach me how to say "mozzarella" for like 10 minutes, which was very funny at the time. I told him I am a drummer (not really for any relevant reason) and he told me that was great, because their metal band is looking for a drummer. There band is called Porn Chemical Rocking. Porn because they like "the ladies", chemical because they are chemists, and rocking, obviously because they are rocking.
   
3. I also met a 33 year old bike mechanic from the Basque part of Spain who -would not- stop giggling. He showed me his bike through the window.
   
4. When I was waiting for the bathroom, the Russians kept saying "You are Russian? No? What are you?", but that was to everyone, not just to me.
   
5. I met the Spanish guy's friend Hannah who is a literature major so I asked her who her favorite author was. She said she didn't have one, so I got really excited and wrote down the names of all of the J. D. Salinger books I like and told her to read them. She asked me if they were translated into Swedish, but I'm not so sure.
   
6. Spanish guy was standing there, and apparently he was sad because I didn't recommend him a book, so he asked me to recommend a song. So I think I told him to listen to Doctor Worm by They Might Be Giants, and also to Here Comes Your Man by the Pixies. Strange combination maybe? I wonder if he did...
   
7. Anyways, I also met a Swedish guy who learned to speak English in Missouri. He was really dissappointed that I have never been to the south. He kept saying "Ya gotta learn your history! We got Elvis, the king 'o rock. Ya ever been to Memphis? We got the ocean" but, as I pointed out repeatedly, I'm from Nebraska. We have our own history, like the Oregon trail, and people dying of cholera and oxen, which is what I ended up shouting at him about.
8. Hannah dragged me on to the dance floor where they were playing strange Slavic dance/pop music.
   
9. I met Erik and Sara, who run the pub. I can't remember why I met Erik, but then we talked about his braided beard, and how he wanted to look like ZZ top and how my dad likes ZZ top and how my mom won't let him braid his beard, and how Erik's beard used to have three braids, and how now it only has one. He also showed me his tattoo of a red skull with green hair and TWO braids in its skeleton beard.
   
10. Erik introduced me to Sara and the other people working at the pub. They let me use the employee bathroom and invited me to come work with them, especially for their halloween pub which will be a big event, with costume competition and all. Also, Erik promised to teach me guitar if I worked at the pub.
    
11. I left around 3am with my friend Nareg, who I had come with earlier. We had to wait for half an hour for the next train. In the station, we met a Swedish student named Daniel and a Dutch student named Mark who showed us a secret door to a long flight of stairs, where, (they informed us) hobos like to sleep. We climbed up to the top of the stairs and went outside, where Daniel and Mark sparred over the last piece of gum tobacco they had (called Slusch or something) Daniel had put it in his mouth but Mark had just quit smoking and he said he needed it. So they basically chased each other around and tried to kick each other in the butt.
    
12. On the subway, I got confused, or fell asleep or something, and I rode two stops past the station where I change trains, so I had to turn around and try again. The tram that takes me right home stops running at 1am, so I walked from the metro, which took me about 40 minutes. I went to bed at 5am.
13. Today, saturday, I left the house to go to the blues jam at Stampen, still a little bit out of it from last night's adventures. As I was walking to the tram stop, an acorn hit me squarely on the head, and I thought "divine retribution! ouch!"
14. And last but not least, at the blues jam, I bumped into a musician in the musician's corner who had a nyckelharpa with him (Swedish folk instrument, looks kind of like a violin but with lots of pegs on the sides and a tiny ineffectual looking bow). I asked him if he was going to play it in the blues jam, and he either said no, he wouldn't because there was a girl who was on her period and very whinny and annoying who was preventing him, OR he was comparing the nyckelharpa as an instrument to such a girl. I'm still not sure what he was getting at. But he did not play the nyckelharpa. (Steve, now i know if you still read my blog. I did not ask the guy where he got his nyckelharpa.)
    

THE END.