What christmas is for me.
Blogaroni madness!
I am making this post to make clear for those who care that I WILL be coming to Sweden over christmas. So, I’m coming to Stockholm on the 21’st were I’ll be spending a couple of days with my beloved fart aka. fis Vera. Then I’ll trainsurf my way up to Borlange in the christmas morning, eat some food, strictly prinskorv, and hang out with my relatives. Then I’m going back to Stockholm on the 26’th to pick up Vera, get on a bus and spend the following 23 hours making out until we’re finally here. Then it’s Amsterdam-time baby!
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During the past weeks I’ve been getting drunk in the weekends. Tada!
And through that I’ve found some places around here that are great, especially Streetlabs exhibition/party place. I’ve been there on some releases and a typygraphy exhibition and the vibe is awesome. Free entrance, beautiful art, good music, cheap beer and loads of interesting people, worth to connect with. Go there! I am, next Saturday…
This saturday we are celebrating, and screaming for, Oskar my creative director who got married yesterday. Congratu-fucking-lations in the flations to the awesomeness. I actually feel a bit jealous, is that weird? Maybe it’s because I want to be that grown up too OR do I want to secure my current loveness for all eternity? Mwoaho!
Ok, skype.
Hola bandola, deluxe.
So what is going on in my life? The last week has been filled with happy vibes and lovely people. It all started out with a fairly calm week here at the office. Then on thursday, we had a Sinterklaas party, got presents, red limericks and drank beer. Happy stuff, for real. We then continued the adventure and moved on to Sid Lee’s exhibition/lounge for some more beer and absolut drinks. Tada, the mood was on and it was time to move along, as the absolut bar left the party. I ended up at the Beareau Pindakass which hosted an huge after party for the contestants of Eurobest. So, I found a fine gang of good ol’ hyperians which made the evening superb. Free drinks, helium and lots of laughter can summarize the rest of that evening.
The friday, oh yes, the friday. This friday was the last day that me and Erik would spend in Olle and Jenny’s, the sweethearts, apartment. So we gotta do it good we thought! So, the setup was to go to the Eurobest finale and after-party, drink unthinkable amounts of beer and gain new friends. And so it went. This business I’ve gotten myself into seems to be a big load of people who think the same way, laugh the same way and enjoys life the same way - as I do. To be welcomed into this “world” by the top players, eurobest winners and warm hearted people was fantastic. Even if we are working in a field were the expression PRETTO is constant I can tell you that there are some lovely pieces of cake to be found, near you. Before I came here to Amsterdam I made a lil’ agreement with myself and it was something along the lines of ‘talk to everyone like you would talk to your tapires’. And, that’s what I’ve done. I have suppressed the constant feeling of being nervous and transformed it into a strong feeling of bravery. My surroundings tells me I am nothing else but just that. I fit in, and I love it.
To round things up, I mingled, or mangled, my ass up and left the party with a strong feeling of ‘this shit is what I’m here to god damn do’!
That was a lovely friday I tell you, but there was another day to blow up also. So I did. Early in the afternoon me and Erik moved into our new apartment that the lovely Daniele here at the office are lending us until she’s back from Africa. Awesome! We’re living just a 5 min walk from the office and we got an apartment that could be taken straight out of a LOTR movie, it’s so cute. Bang, the bags on the floor and a piss in our new toilet. Brrr, the phone is ringing and there are someone at the door. Who’s there? Tada, Adrian and Fred, our comrades from DM10 are here. Imported from their internship in Antwerpen, they are there to have some original fun. We salute them, opens a bottle of wine, and another one, and yet another one and poff, we gotta go. Sara-Lee and Lill-Karin hosted an housewarming/goodbye/birthday party for themselves and I gotta say it was a good thing to do. Well at the party, I’m being exposed to the finest bunch of people you can find in this sinful city. My Blast-crew is there in full force as well as another pack of happy people. The night goes on and unthinkable acts are being forced to action. To give you a lil’ hint of what I’ve gotten myself into I can tell you that the first thing my creative director said to me this morning was: “Mwahaaa, I’ve seen your cock maaan!” So, my genitals were exposed, published, posted, thrown up, on the mother of all evil beings, the damned facebook.
Although it was reported and taken away 30 minutes later. So, yes, they’ve seen my cock. They all have, somehow. But you know - det bjuder jag på!
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Heyayay!
From now on I’m officially an Amsterdamer. I just got back from the xpat office at which I registered myself as an citizen of Amsterdam. Superb supremo, as I would say. At xpat I also got an goodie bag containing “useful” information about banks, rules, how to get high and a 6-step tutorial on how to roll a tulip-joint. Want to learn anyone?
Anyways. Everything is awesome so far. Yesterday I had to work late here in the office so in compensation of that we got beer and loud music, chillination deluxe. So, after a couple of beers here in the office me and Erik went to melkweg, consumed some more beer and danced our asses off to Vitalic’s superb gig. Wonderful that is. Too little ass-action tho because of the fact that my ass is still in Stockholm. I need ass… ;( To squeeze, of course. (and bite!)
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Things are getting better and better. Today I got the first tasks here at Blast and it’s all good. What I’m working on is a lil’ secret but it sure is fun. For the first time in my career, kind of, I can really feel that a big responsibility is laid on me, and I’m handling it.
This post is about something else tho. This thursday me and the palies are going to see Vitalic here in Amsterdam. I mean like what the fuck in the fuckhole, jesus christ deluxe! I love Vitalic and I’m sure he loves me, if not, he will after the gig because I’ll dance my arse off.
