Last night started out at DLK. I was having coffee with Martin and one of his friends, Sigurd. The Barista, Anders, was in an experimental mood and gave Martin a ice tea/coffee mix which tasted strange. Afterwards he gave us a longo with aniseed, it tasted nice but it was slightly too much for my taste.
The other two were meeting some friends at Hector’s, so we headed that way. At Hector’s we met several of their friends, one was even working there. It turned out I had talked to one of them earlier, I knew him as one of the guests at the tea-house last year. Anyway, we sat discussing this and that and Martin at some point went home, tired, so I continued talking to his friends. At some point we noticed some outrageous french kissing at the other end of the room between a very cute girl and a slightly non-cute guy. Sigurd’s comment was “I think I work with him”. We considered asking them to leave, since it seemed they had more pressing matters to attend to, but the girl disappeared outside and left the guy sitting alone, poor thing.
So, we break camp and head for Finnegans. I didn’t plan to go there, I’m not sure I like the place, but I keep thinking I could at least come and have a look. The moment we come inside, I notice a bunch of people I know at different tables. I sit down with Hans-Petter. He’s sitting at a table looking confused (he just woke up – at 10 pm) chatting with some girls he hardly know, and a plumber that noone seems to know. The plumber is obviously trying unsuccessfully to hit on the cutest girl there, she turns out to be the cousin of a friend of mine, Barbro. The plumber is very interested in how boring my job is (according to him) and how well he is paid. I come up with some half-arsed puns about plumbing and laying pipes and at some point he leaves, thank god for that. We get on well with the girls, so I enjoy sitting there. We discuss social anthropology, Michel Foucault (I don’t know that much about him, honestly!) and middle class people who just talk about their children, their garage and their last holiday. We all hates them. Wretched hobbits. Then I meet an old friend from the university, and two of my old rpg-friends who make snide remarks about how busy I always am (I’m not, they just call at the wrong time, every time).
The outdoors section closes at 1 am and we need to go inside, so we are separated from the girls, Hans-Petter starts talking to a girl with a strange name and a yellow sweater and I find a former class-mate’s brother. At first I have some trouble remembering his name but it comes back to me. I talk to him and the people at his table for a while. They were really nice, one of the girls was stroking my arm a lot. Then I see someone I barely recognize, it turns out I know her via Kristian, my aikido-ADHD-friend, we start chatting and Hans-Petter (who I also know via Kristian) comes over. He knows her too. Then some guy who she knows a little starts telling me to buzz off. It was really strange. He was like “she’s taken, go to hell”. I didn’t know what to do, so I told him to mind his own business and she pushed him away. It was really strange, but this is apparently what he’s like.
She’s in town with some guys, one of them is blonde and I seem to have seen him the day before. He’s in his early twenties and I noticed him because he was walking around with his girlfriend who seemed to be ten years older than him. I ask him for confirmation and it IS the same guy!!
The girl seems to be slightly flirting with me (or just being drunk – those two aren’t mutually exclusive, I know) and behind her is one of the girls from the table earlier in the evening. She wasn’t exactly flirting, but looking at me from time to time and “brushing her feathers”. It was fun. THe others wanted to go to Baran, but everything was closed at 3 am, so we went home to my place and I served them a night meal with tea and then everyone went home at 04.45 am.
I’m slightly tired now.