One highlight of the weekend was of course our Oddball Värmland fantasy. Suddenly, global financial crash doesn’t feel like such a doom. It can be a relief! A truly comforting thought that I hope will follow me like a guide dog all through this week. Yes, guide dogs follow, it only looks as if they lead.
There was also an awesome party. I usually feel anomalous on most parties I attend, and this time it was gender-related, so to speak. For example, African dancing and me does not go too well together.
L: Come on, it’s easy, just shake your boobs!
Me: I DON'T HAVE BOOBS!
L shakes her boobs. I shake my hands.
I did somewhat better on the Yemeni knife dance. But of course, that dance is for men only.
It doesn't matter how many knives I've got. I ain't got the right knife.
1 comment:
Who needs a knife when they can dance like you demonstrated you can?!
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