July 2011
23 posts
Took 3 takes to get it right. People around me were real sports about it. Or drunk.
Look at those crazy kids go. Unofficial embassy pool party. Turned trashy.
…afterwards everybody was kung fu fighting.
He walks among us, and he eats burritos
…verbally jabbing and poking friends in the ribs.
Cats. These were a bunch of ungrateful but cute ones.
I admire moms ability to ease into places. Places that has “keep-out” signs and “only for bidders” and such. They don’t intimidate mom. Let’s just go.
Parapara is alive. Or more accurately it is still not dead. It lives on once a week in this tiny little place on the 5 floor of some undisclosed building where some Swedes (including me) took off to after celebrating Swedens birthday at the embassy.
I were stoked to find that Sweden has this proper late-night all fun place outside.
Tucked under a bridge leading into town the place had almost everything. Mario Bros projected unto the bridges pillars, fake facade houses (see pics) ping-pong tables, overpriced hot dogs and a couple of slack-areas full of Stockholm hipsters. A youth-center sort of place, first reminding me how out of place I was there – then assuring me I had every right to poke fun at these people the way I always do, perhaps even more than I usually do. This people was trash. Are trash. I love trash. But unlike regular trash, on say the booze-cruise boats of Scandinavia, these people didn’t consider themselves trash. Which just made matters more hilarious. Loved it.
