Wednesday, May 24, 2006
|You Are Beef|
You're big, burly, and maybe even a little stinky. And no one's going to come between you and a good steak.
And you've probably never met a vegetable you like, unless fries and ketchup count.
This makes it even more funny.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
We started here. The Ice Bar. It's in the Nordic Hotel in Stockholm. On Saturdays, they take walk ups after 9 pm (normally it is by reservation). They only allow like 15-30 people in at a time and for 45 minutes at a time. It is like -4 in there... Whew. They give you poncho parka things with gloves attached.
I really wanted the bartender's hat:
We were told they work in three hour shifts. Brrrr...
Notice that even the glasses are made of ice!
No, my tongue didn't get stuck (although that might be because I didn't actually lick the vodka bottle...)
Rodney, me, Aaron, and Ivy... through the ice wall...
Time's up... off to the next bar!
The End of Saturday.
If you want to see the touristy stuff... like the buildings and the museums, holler and I'll post that too.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Whitney ended up paying for the travel agent to issue an e-ticket for her.
Aaron, who thought we were leaving on Saturday as opposed to Friday, got to the gate as we were boarding.
On the tram at O'Hare...
Going through security again... Martha was the chosen one. Although really it looks as though she is getting her hiney checked out.
The screen on the back of the seat in front of me. It is currently set on camera view from the front of the plane. Exciting view I know.
You could also set it to view from below the plane... which was nice when we were in the air.
I watched movies and listened to music. And didn't sleep even though I should have and everyone else on the freaking plane was... but the guy behind me snored.
PLUS, if I had been asleep I would have missed the discovery of Daim. A basket of candy was brought around and I just picked one, having no idea what any of it was. And found my new favorite candy!!
We are about to board the bus here after getting our luggage. I somehow managed to get all my crap in one checked bag and one carry on. I don't think I have a photo of my luggage on the way back. But I had two checked in and two carry on!!
MORE TO COME...
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Me (as I hand her my money because I can still see how much things are even if I have no idea what she said): Oh, Iäm sorry. I donät speak Swedish.
7-11: Oh! Iäm sorry...
Me: Itäs okay! Iäm used to it by now.
7-11: You look Swedish!
Me (laughing): Thanks!
Note: Swedish girls are hot. The guys in my class are totally drooling over these girls. Tonight, for once, I didnät wear jean and running shoes. I got all dressed up and almost killed myself more than once in my stilettos on the cobblestones. But thatäs okay... I look Swedish!!