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.