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.