A drunken weekend (And a few words on Lillebjørn)

Not me, obviously.
But other people.
Friday I was scheduled to go to Tivoli with Heidi B. whom I had not seen for some nine months. The excuse for meeting up was the Friday concert which that week featured a man whose name I cannot remember but who was billed as 'the voice of Dr. Hook'. The music was somewhere between very good and seventies ballads. Ugh. The man himself was wonderful. Full of energy and irony and even quite a bit of sincerity. He ranted and raved and was all in all very interesting.
Whoops, I'm getting ahead of myself, this diary blogging isn't as easy as it ought to be.
As it turned out Heidi and I were joined by Jeppe and his cousin Hannah. The three of them blazed around Tivoli for a while while I stood and took in the concert.
Jeppe was drunk to an impressive degree, he had been drinking with random swedes it seemed. Like you do.
After a few hours, at the end of the concert actually, we left Tivoli to head for Jeppes place. Except for Heidi who had to go see her sister who had lost a key or somesuch thing.
We sat at Jeppes for a while and the I followed Hannah to the Central Square and took a bus home.
I was in bed around four.

Next 'morning' went by at a wonderfully slow pace. I hadn't had a really slow morning in quite a while and even though a few errands had to be run it was still definetly on the quiet side.
In the afternoon it was time to go see Kasper. We had a Steven Seagal marathon planned, just a small one. Nikki and Mads came and Nikki cooked us dinner and fun. In many ways this was your typical David, Nikki, Kasper, Mads kind of evening... well, except for the amount of wine those boys took in. All in all six bottles were emptied. As far as I could observe Nikki received the least with Kasper taking the lions share. Oh yes, he was good and drunk. Very drunk. Grade-school never-tasted-alcohol-before-but-I-think-I'll-like-vodka drunk. Actually I haden't seen him this drunk in years. Good fun.
Bla bla bla, bed by four.

Yesterday was Jeppes birthday and although I was invited along for a trip to Louisiana with family and friends I opted to, instead, have my second slow 'morning' in a row and visited the man at around five in the afternoon instead. We went to eat thai food with his friend Martin, seemingly a great guy, and then we hung out for a while. Jeppe got a little bit drunk, not very, I wouldn't even bring it up if it wasn't for that post title (I spent a long time trying to come up with a better one but after seven hours at the library my skills are limited).
I managed to get a fairly early night and then today I went to work.

On a side-note I can say with a bit of pride that I've managed to reinstate my morning work-out and I can already feel the results after only a week. And the sore-ness. Also, long walks are back! Hooray!

In closing I would like to say a few things about Lillebjørn whose birthday it would be tomorrow.
As cats go he was not the brightest candle nor the most stealthy hunter.
He was, however, extremely loyal and very friendly.
When we had three pets he was the one who would always be around but never jump up on ones lap or show more affection than just a quick leg rub. As he grew older and his mother and dog were lost to illness he became much more of a family cat seeking affection.
All this aside he was MY cat for a few years and he was there for me during a very, very tough part of my life sleeping next to me every night and never waking me when I overslept. In Aarhus he even functioned as pillow for a while.
I've mentioned before how he represented a part of my life that's now reduced only to memory but I'll just mention it again. In fact it is not quite as bad as I thought it would be, memories are powerful.
Summing up, we took care of him and he took care of us.
One cannot ask for more from a pet. Or a family member.

So that's it. Everything's gone all green out there. In a few days we'll all be used to it but right now I still get a kick out of seeing the Tree dressed again. It talks of healing and growth these days. I'm a slave to the weather like every other dane, but it looks like our slavery is about to pay off.

Love.

I'm scared

All the time. All the damn time.
My nails suffer from it. My ability to concentrate.
Sleep is getting hard to get lately.
Sure, I'm other things as well, but always scared.
I can feel it creeping up on me and I just want to drown it out and I try with music and walking and socializing and work and hope but it just stays there inside my head.
God I'm tired.
My pills don't seem to work anymore either. They take only the bare minimum.
Look, I'm not blowing any whistles here or anything, it's just, if I can't communicate my fear here then where the fuck can I? I'm not even sure how long it's been this way but a careful estimate says 12-14 years, with substantial lulls. It's been a while since a lull. I'm not even sure that the warm embrace of Love would do any good. I'm lonely, obviously, but that plays second fiddle to the fear.
I guess this is why people drink, some people.
Why some people turn to imaginary friends.
The whole world is about to collapse in on itself from waves of time, but I'm not supposed to tell you that. I'm supposed to tell you that I'm doing fine. When I say I'm doing fine I mean it, even if I'm only doing fine when you asked.

Eventually I will tire myself out and then I'll get a good, long, uninterrupted nights sleep. And then everything may look brighter. All the time, not just some of the time, not just when I try to shout it out with idle pleasures.

And words to that effect.

Goodnight.

Not much going on

That's sorta the curse of the Blog, I've got nothing interesting to add here and yet I cannot simply decline from writing. So, what's up? Well.
Finally got to play some music with the band again, it had been a month, and it was a solid blast! So good to see those people again after the concert and get back in the rehersal groove. Which we, of course, didn't really get as we have that job looming on the horizon. Fourth of May here we friggin come.
Hanging out with Jeppe has become pretty much a ritual. Lazy sundays of chatting and enjoying the weather (if it's good) and stroking pussy. And the box of X-ness. I think that in the same vein as 'opposites attract' one could readily make a note of how well nerds of all sub-groups get along. Nerds don't have to agree on anything it seems, they simply must realize that they are nerds and be willing to not just 'live with it' but also embrace it.
Summer is inching closer. These past couple of days have been a bit skittish weather-wise but that does not stop the populace from taking to the streets and then sitting around looking befuddeld once they get there.
Work is work. Soon I'll officially be moved to a new location as I am now a full-time servant of the Law Department (oooohh) and with that comes new responsibilities, it seems I'll actually become a help-desk kind of employee. Yup, people will call me with their problems and I'll be expected to solve them. We'll see how that goes.

Two very beloved members of my family are in a bad way, medically, my aunt and my fathers aunt. Both look to be doing better now than they were mere days ago. These are tough ladies but I worry. They're not young and they have both gotten quite the blow. Nothing is happening to me, true, but something is happening.

Look, I've got nothing more for tonight so read the whole thing again if you're starved for content and then come back to here. Already? That was fast. Wow.

Stay loved.

Easter

Now, I figure there're two ways I can go about describing my easter. I can go the in-depth route and give you a blow-by-blow recount or I can simply list things of import that I have done.
I think option two is the way to go.

The setup first, obviously. Sunday the first of April Helle, Jens and myself left for Heaven to prepare the school and ourselves for the fourth when some fifty people would arrive expecting the school to be ready for them and for there to be massive quantaties of alcohol and for there to be teacher ready to teach them all sorts of things. We were pretty much on top of things. On the tenth Karen, Jens and I went home from Heaven, dazed and tired. In-between those two days I met the current batch of students and partied with old friends that I see only once a year.

What else I did?
Well...

* I sang countless blues songs

* I was the caller in a call/response faux-african/salsa welcoming party (fun!)

* I sold more beers than all the other times I've sold beer combined

* I became a guest-star in a pirate choir

* I talked with some of the old-timers I had never talked with before

* I led some forty people in chanting 'lime' (also fun!)

* I neglected to do any of the real-world work I had planned on doing

* I took a huge amount of pictures, most of them at parties

* I managed to make people pretty happy with their roomies, Mads, Nikki and I shared a room dubbed both 'Søvnly' and 'Snoresville'

* I wore a very constraining fur-covered vest, with VERY soft fur

* I was part of an unplanned funk 'happening' which I named 'Chocolate Jones and the Temple of Funk', no one got the joke but the name is good on its own (it's a MST3K in-joke)

* I sang my usual nervous acapella song, this year it was The captain by Cohen

(List is disturbed as David finds out he fucked up at work, one moment, okay that put a band-aid on the knife wound, I'll fix it later)

* I raided the smokehouse on several occasions, yum

* I found myself deeply impressed by the new kitchen-lady, she can cook she can, double yum

That's all that pops to mind... except for, well, I, uhm, I also fell in love. With a girl I'll probably never see again. We sat and watched the moon playing on the water as we sang songs to each other, stuff like that. She probably doesn't feel the same way about me and while I, obviously, want to spend my life near this girl for ever and ever it was also just nice to feel love again, just to feel that I can love through this haze of pills and nerves and fear and hallucinations. She wrote my name on the ground with an old piece of chalk, I have never been happier to see my own name. Truthfully.

Now I'm trying to get used to a daily routine home alone, with the carpet coming and my trip to Berlin and these Heavenly ten days life has been sort of up in the air. Friends are helping me get back down. Jeppe, Nikki, Kasper, hell, Lesley is even in the country. I'll deal and cope and all that.

Wow, this is a me-centric post. I feel I need to mention that most of Påsketræf is about being entertained so obviously that was a huge part of my experience. People are so talented.

And now I'm going to hunt for the five pictures that'll be used to turn down my wish for admittance to the Academy. Another year, another shot at the moon. We'll see.