So are you going to stand like that forever?

My Friday started of with me heading for the gym in the morning, lifting some weights and not-thinking. Once back home I took one look at the blue sky and the tempting rays of sunshine – and headed for the garden.

In almost no time at all I managed to spread out a blanket on the lawn, drag my laptop outside, locate my sunglasses (well hidden below a few books), put some grapes in a bowl and then place my self beneath the sun. For some hours I lay there writing and reading a bit, and actually only finished it when I did because I had plans for the evening.

Next step on the agenda was heading for my grandmother’s place – it was her 85^th birthday, I had sort of promised to help in the kitchen. The food turned out ok (although not sufficiently spicy, since parts of the family seem to prefer food with almost no flavour at all), but the rest of the family-thing turned out as usual: My mother and her sister did their usual re-enactment of the Cold War – although maybe with a bit more bitterness than the real thing. Their hatred of each other often makes the mood of these family-events sort of depressed, and this was no exception.

So, when it was all done with, I went home, dropped of a few things and the headed over to D, armed with a large bottle of Leffe Blonde. The Belgian beer was accompanied with some Vana Tallinn Cream (sort of the Vana Tallinn version of Baileys) and all was well until we ran out of beer.

(Vana Tallinn is an Estonian liquor that I got acquainted with during a conference in Tallinn some years ago. Either you love it or you don’t. I do. Unfortunately I recently finished of my last bottle of it – but before it happened I had managed to get D hooked on the stuff. Getting him hooked turned out to be a wise decision, since he brought home a couple of bottles when he attended a meeting there recently.)

Since neither of us intended to call it a night we then headed for the H (aka the place we always end up at, at least when we’re not in Copenhagen) and immediately ordered a couple of their new stouts. Met some other friends there and just as it’s happened so many times before, it got very late and everybody got very drunk.

Suddenly one of my friends 20-year old little sister (who God knows why was there) started hitting on me, which I at first considered to be quite amusing, but later on actually started to consider as an alternative to sleeping alone.

However, being the nice guy that I am (or at least would like to believe that I am), I went to my friend and presented the situation to him: “Look O, your sister is coming on pretty hard on me…”

Most of my friends would probably prefer me not having a one-night stand with their sister (especially those with younger sisters) – but my friend O was surprisingly calm about. His words were something like “Hey it’s fine with me – you just go enjoy yourselves… eehh… I mean each other...” and then he went on hitting on a girl (who later turned out to be not only quite some years his senior but also the mother of two – I am so going to call step-father or some shit like that the next time I see him...)

Anyways I returned to my beer and my place at the bar and almost immediately my friend’s sister had placed her hands on certain less-than-appropriate places on my body. After wondering what to do for a few seconds I decided to act. The girl was not very good looking (but not unattractive either) but she was there and quite obviously more then interesting in some fun. Besides, sometimes it’s the plain-looking girls who are the most fun to make one-nighters with – since they often turn out to be better in bed than many of the almost-to-pretty girl that you normally dream of taking home for the night.

So while her hand was trying to sneak down my pants I leaned over at set something like: “so, are you going to stand like that forever, or should we just get out of here and F***?” The response was, as I had suspected it would be, very positive – and this is very I stop writing more about what happened next. But let’s just say that I did not get as much sleep as I had planned for at the beginning of the day.

At midday Saturday I went down to the local mall to meet two of my friends. We were going to the same party; one of our friends (let’s call him M) celebrating his successful defence of his thesis – and we needed to get a card and some other stuff for him

Keeping in line with how we normally always tease each other every time we get the chance, we had bought a very good bottle of rum, but then put in the case of some cheap-shit liquor so that M would fear the contents of the gift (and yes, he almost didn’t dare open it).

The party was mixture of M’s family and friends which I think is great when it works. With my family however it would never have worked out – I mean, I don’t think I would want to expose my friends to my f***** up family. But it was nice to see a family actually enjoying spending time together, instead of playing the Cold War.

It all started at about two o’clock in the afternoon, and I don’t think I left before after midnight – so it was fun, but OMG I’m so tired right now… I should probably head for my bed, since I for some reason accepted a meeting tomorrow (right know I really don’t understand why).

Besides I might need to do some thinking as well, since I relationship-vice is in a somewhat weird situation that I really don’t know how to handle. But will have to wait for another day.

And now it can’t be postponed any longer – I’m heading for the kingdom of dreams.