Holiday

Finally.
After what seems like an eternity of essays I am at home in Oslo.
My planned quiet night of packing yesterday suddenly turned into a mess of party. One glass of wine quickly turned into one bottle and before I knew it I was getting dressed to go to tranny night at Club Sandwhich with J and Am. My first meeting with the high fashion world was definitely one for the books. Absolutely fabulous, superficial and ridiculous at one hand. At the same time the place and the people bore witness of a sincere creativity and daring attitude that was really inspiring. I found myself acting like a person I am not (probably due to the level of wine consumed). My fashion world alter ego was flamboyant, outgoing and never starstruck. Not words I would use to describe myself on a normal day. She should probably get a name. Suggestion?

Was supposed to leave for the airport at 8 this morning. At 7:55 J knocked on my door with the desperate call of oversleeping. I still hadnt packed. It was a nightmareish 15 minutes of drunk/hung over packing stress. To make matters worse I had put my radiator on max before going to bed so my room was about 30 degrees. Not fun. Charles de Gaulle after 10 cm of snow is not that much fun either. But oh well. Made it home. Norway is covered in snow and frost with -14 degrees. nice.

This is my celebration vid: murp murp