Merry Christmas!

Current time:
Home. Couch. PJ and slippers. Supposedly looking for a bottom in this bottle (Christina taking ooone good look into the bottle, but it’s all dark, damn red wine, can’t see shite through it). Still got some to go (just opened). Didn’t drink tonight (as in I-can-empty-any-bottle-this-bar-have-to-offer-I’m-single-and-proud-punk-drunk (but granny doesn’t have a bar anymore, thou I optimistically did try to fill it up with apparent “that’s shit alcohol woman! Yerk! When I burp I can taste this crap! Where’s the beers??”-alcohol. Luckily for the others I’ve also filled the fridge with all the best Christmas beers from Carlsberg to Corsendonck)). I was also the driver of the night, and as long drinking and driving is illegal I shall keep my money in the right pocket, and obey the else very obvious rules, and nor drive down Santa and later get killed by 500 million furious parents and their kids from around the world. Either.
Anyhow moving on in current time, I'm actually having a giggle listening to ‘Last Christmas’ in German version. Interesting. “Weinacht nacht ohne dich...” I don't know - maybe it's just me, but since when did they make porn-shows in the radio, and on Christmas eve???!

Ok-ok, at least da Germans still do synchronize anything they get their hands into. Some of the world still stands.

Current mood? Excellent. Despite this German schlager played over the most popular Christmas tune in modern times I shall admit that I’m truly in the Christmas spirit, and wished that I could have spread some more of it all over the city this evening.
The hunk of a cutie (the mountain of my life) will now have to wait till the end of the night only to be thrown out of the bar at closing time without my company as I shall never arrive. I shall also miss out meeting him at all. For the first time in 12 years I’m not going out tonight. It’s totally ok. For some really bizarre reason. I’m the only one in the gang not hooked up, either with men or kids, or even pets. And I still think it’s ok?! But I do. And with this speed of bottle-bottom-searching I might be facing first time going to mom’s for the traditional Christmas-lunch tomorrow without a single hangover in the handbag.
I love Christmas. I love everything about it. Is it the presents? Is it the food (yes! For sure! I love Christmas-food, but only at Christmas)? Is it being with the family, or whatever of which can still managed to be in the same room? Is it cos everyone else I know are doing the same thing today, or these days? OR, is it, The Disney Christmas show? God, I’m stuck to the screen from 16-17 to see all these same-old-same-old clip-outs from various old and famous Disney-cartoons:
“Baf-baf! Baf-baf-baf!”
“Ey! Butchy said-a, he wants-a spaghet-ti speciale, with heavy on da meat-a-balls-a!”
“ok! ...mmm, but-a Tony! Dogs-a don’t talk!”
“Argh! But he talks-a to me-eee!”
“ok! You’re da boss-a! ...mamma-mia...”
Bella Notte, with Lady and the Tramp, and then tell me you’re not in the Christmas mood after that!?

(shit man! That sounds like 12 elephants are just about to invade my apartment at the front-door!! -immediately starring horrified in the direction of front-door-

Oh pjew, it’s my apparent heavily drunk coupled neighbors who VERY likely had a fight in the taxi back home, and they’re both fighting about being the one most upset on the other and demonstratively competing angriness by making heaviest steps on the stairways, wow, and slamming doors, uff, no agreement on who’s first to the toilet now, yerk, could get messy now for sure!.. BANG! A slamming front-door, 7 elephants leaving again (guess he lost that one!). Another slam, another 12 elephants leaving?? (she really should learn how to walk in high heals drunk!). Discussions on the street. Damn, why do I sit here with lights on?? I could have opened a window and have front-seat to a top 30 elephants fight, but now they will spot me! ...uh damn, I will never know now...: Was it the wrong size? Wasn’t she into unwrap S/M-equipment-pressie in front of parents in law anyway? She didn’t want a new kitchen-towel-set when she wished for a maid... Uf! They’re gone into a cab! ...I’ll know tomorrow. By then I’ll have the glass proper glued to the wall. It’s so cool to be single! You only get the fights your neighbor’s make, and you can even enjoy a bowl of popcorns while going “Orgh! That’s unfair! That’s not what she said! ...uff, nice come-back there! –munch-munch-

Front seat tickets babe! I’ll sell them on eBay (minus the popcorn, that’s extra) (in fact! In this sick world, that wouldn't be sick to do at all!...first thing tomorrow morning!...oh! Even better! Make a bet on the winner!!!).

Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yeah, Christmas. All I’ve learned that if I don’t expect anything (and I’m not talking about presents), I don’t get disappointed. Something that took a while to learn, but finally it shows to work. Tonight it was the family ‘leftovers’ or as I like to call us, the only Diplomats left, having our annual meeting. Great fun, great night. Just like it's written in Christmas-Tradition-rules.

We all have screwed up family’s, and we all hope that THIS year it will be different, and we all end up disappointed cos it’s not, so if you don’t expect it to be different, you wont get disappointed. That’s from someone who didn’t celebrate Christmas with nor her dad, her mom or her bro, cos that’s apparently just how it is. But I didn’t expect anything else either. Catch my drift?
Expectations are disappointments, why it makes Christmas an easily hateful season “Christmas is our ‘religion’, we love to hate it, but hey, it’s our tradition”. So true. Do we love to hate it, or do we hate to love it? I love to love it (despite the previous two options).

So with the jingle in the speakers, the screeching sleepy voice trying to sing along, the plats hidden under the ‘nissehue’ and the wanna-be drunk mind along with the flood of tiredness, I shall despite it all wish you a very merry Christmas, may it be warm and bright, at least inside (hey! That rhymes! And THAT rhymes! Wow! Wrong business dudes, I’m outta here!).
World peace!!

(this is the only time of the year where it doesn’t sound kinky. Does it?)

Stort Kys :)

Your favorite Danish nutter (and you know it!)

Walking the corridor

Just came to the end of the hallway. At least I think. Been wandering down that one, definitely. Stopped a few times to look around and checked out the atmosphere, watching some of the paintings on the walls. Took sometime to get to the other end, thou can’t say for sure that I have actually arrived. Can’t I even say if I ever will either really, and wouldn’t that just be to predictable if I did? So suppose wandering around here is just as good. I’ve slowed down sometimes, and then walked fast again. I even tended to stop up all of the sudden to look back at the door I just came from. Ah, watching that door... You can see me looking at it smiling one of the ‘I know you, you’re the one who just filled up this goddam massive suitcase that I’m carrying around now, and that I always will carry, with pleasure”-kinda smile…

The new paintings are shaping. Not all as good looking as others. Some disappointing (mais c’est la vie, n’est pas?), others surprisingly good – maybe not as surprising as I see them, but maybe sometimes I forgot or just didn’t really realize what was actually on it… and yet others seems mysterious and need a more intensive look which I’m a bit too tired to do right now, so I’ll wait. Hmmm.. suppose I’m just not really ready yet to look at all of them.

The walls themselves are really nice. In fact, they’re exactly as I expected them to be. Going through the now good ol’ door (it’s already an old door :( - ok, so I’m fanatic of what I’m used to, so what), I’m really delighted to see that it’s still the same corridor with the same walls that I know from past wanderings. For someone like myself, who tends to wander a lot, it’s nice to have some things that are just plain certain, looking the same, didn’t change a bit. You know you can trust it with heart and soul knowing you can’t ever be disappointed, cos it will never change and therefore you will never have to get used to it as some thing else than just what it is. My security. We all need our own.

I’m lying a bit, not to you, to me. I know I’m at the end of the corridor. I’m excited to see what’s behind the door I have to enter, but I think that from the last paintings I saw, already predicted a lot, and suppose it’s why I’m not running either (funny, the last time I came through this corridor I think it was the first time I didn’t wander, but just ran happy and excited straight forward, schwuuuuuuush like a lightning ready to strike! And, touch-down! You gotta end an era with a feeling of a touch-down, right?).

Building new walls these days for the next to come. They shall be my fort for a while, my undoubted security while I’m here. In this era.