Yesterday myself & Junior met up with Paddy K. Sr. & Jr. and went to Cybertown, a laser-game place in central Stockholm. Here we paid SEK 60 ($11) per head and donned vests with laser sensors and attached laser guns, forming Team Blue. Teams Red and Yellow each consisted of five ten-year-olds, and Team Green was a dad and his daughter. Then we entered a blacklit dry-ice-smoking dark labyrinth and spent 20 adrenaline-soaked minutes happily sniping at teams Red, Yellow and Green. We won! Not very surprising, given that our team was the only one with two dads. Individually, though, Green Dad was the best player. And Paddy Jr. was the best kid!
We had lunch at a Dovas, an excellent greasy spoon (Sw. sunkhak) full of grizzled heavy dudes drinking daytime lager, and then went to the English Shop, a bona fide immigrant store full of British foodstuffs & books, complete with a notice board advertising English-speaking party clowns and an on-line forum for expat mothers. I bought mince pies, breakfast-inna-can and Ty.phoo tea.
The afternoon was spent in the company of our Rundkvist ladies at Swedish Grandma's making Xmas ornaments, while I cleaned out the hard drive of her old computer and napped. Kids to Jr's mom. In the evening, I dressed in imitation of the sleeve of Kraftwerk's immortal 1978 album The Man-Machine, borrowed some lipstick and went with my stunning wife to the Hootchy Kootchy Club (of which I told you back in February, Dear Reader). Here we enjoyed various musical and burlesque entertainments (including the fabulous Scotty the Blue Bunny, the delectable Paula the Swedish Housewife and the gleefully transgressive Empress Stah), stared in fascination at beautifully (and rather scantily) clad people, received not inconsiderable admiration ourselves, and shook our beauté to good music into the small hours.
Swiftly home, to discover that the ground-floor lock that hasn't worked for eight years had suddenly begun to do so, and that we were locked out of the house. On to my dad's place, rousing him & extra mum (who wondered at first if I had been kicked out of my house in a marital spat), and sleeping very soundly in the big guest room.
All in all an excellent Saturday. What did you do, Dear Reader?
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Sounds like you too had a good Saturday.
Aha, Christina, your brother is either the singer or the lead guitarist of Amon Amarth! What's the band's relationship to right-wing extremism? I suppose your reenactment group wouldn't be giving them prizes if they were Nazis. And they used to have a drummer named Lopez.
Savon, cool to learn about Ladonia, a micronation set up by provocateur artist Lars Vilks!
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