
Thanks to the snow powers that be, that nasty -11C is out of the picture. Color me relieved.
Yesterday I took the train into Oslo and ditched my husband for almost twelve hours in order to hang out with the delightful Cairo (now Oslo?) Typ0 and her hubby. We went and saw New Moon, and my delightfully bad teenage angst quota was met. I don't know what it is about the Twilight series; I have a conflicted relationship with it. Part of me wants Bella to just find a life for herself that doesn't revolve around obsessing over the perfect (though undead) boyfriend. And another part of me feels guilty for drooling over jailbait abs. And still another part rejoices over the deliciously over-the-top camp of it all.
We arrived at the theater with enough time to buy the tickets, then duck out and fetch a pre-movie beer. The movie was followed by a brisk walk to Oslo to chez Typ0 for post-movie drinkie poos, and we had dinner and beers at a bar close by. This bar and I also have a conflicted relationship. The beer's not too expensive, and I've been to the point of sloppily knocking over everyone's beer and come very close to being shown the door. But this bar also claimed my black pearl, picked out by my best friend's mother from a diver on an island in the south Pacific (can't remember whole story). So if you come to the bar with me and feed me enough Aass (that's oohhhhsss, not aaaassssss) beer from the tap, I may show you the evil iron plate in the women's restroom that is hiding my pearl, which is the major piece of my engagement ring!
I mean, I got the pearl replaced by the jeweler who created my ring, but still.
Anyway, off the bitterness of the engagement-pearl-eating-restroom floor. We had delicious food, and then Typ0 and hubby walked me to the train station at 10 p.m. (Oops, sorry honey.) What a great way to spend a Saturday!


