pay back time

There is nothing/noone a good meal and some solid drinks can't buy - not even extra labor hours from parents who'd rather go shopping or taking a nap. After a long weekend working on a rather caotic apartment dex dexter and I invited our parents out for a nice meal and some drinks. I should have know my mother would take advantage of this and on purpose seek out the most expensive drinks on the menu. But then again they saved me from having to go through all the hassle of finding and having to pay for unreliable premium priced carpenters, painters, plummers etc......I guess a couple of long island iced teas are pretty cheap in comparison.

Pandora's box of all evil

According to the myth, Pandora opened a container jar releasing all the evils of mankind— greed, vanity, slander, envy, pining— leaving only hope inside once she had closed it again. This describes my feelings in a pretty exact manner having started the renovation of my new apartment. We naively thought it was merely a question of tearing down the ceiling and painting a bit here and there - how wrong we were. We are in utter dispair, it seems every day is one step forward and two steps back and all that is left is the hope. Or to borrow slightly from Martin Luther King's famous speech (and refrasing it somewhat) I have a dream that one day this apartment will rise up and live out the true potential of its creed.

Second wedding *****

Yet another wedding, and quite a funky and beautiful bunch of people I doubt the people participating resembled an average sample of the Danish population! Old traditions were celebrated, such as the men kissing the bride when the grome leaves the room and cutting off the socks of the grome. It was one of those nights you never want to end. ... I would defenitely rate it 5 stars out of five.

First wedding

The first wedding in 17 years - what better way than to witness two people (a dutch and a dane) confessing eternal love in an old British castle surrounded by people waiting on you and catering your every need... no words are needed the pictures tell the tale.

home sweet home

It really beats me how they can call it 'airport arrival service' - I mean it can't be argued that the 'airport arrival' part of the word is correct but the 'service' part is rather doubtful. Returning home from Spain my luggage was left in the bermuda triangle of travel bags, a place no airline or airport seem to know anything about. One week of imagining my bag drifting off in the stream of nameless bags never to return home finally came to an end Saturday - I felt almost 100% happy when bringing the bag home and seeing it on my door step - maybe there just is no bag bermuda triangle or maybe my bag just got away in time, but thank God it is back

surf adventures=teenage holiday

Our intentions were pure, however what was supposed to be an active vacation learning how to kite surf ended up a more a teenage holiday than any vacation I have been on the last 13 years. But can you do when the weather doesn't allow you to kite surf and you somehow forget to eat because the drinks somehow are more compelling and tastier?! I didn't think I still had it in me to sleep very little and go out every night but apparently it is not that difficult when you have fun. I still really would like to learn the art of kite surfing and in our case we only got to the point of playing with the kite not actually trying it on water but until next year I will have to dream about those long exotic nights with a steady stream of malibu-coke and warm days at the beach admiring the tricks made possible. In those dreams I will leave out the bloody acidents with people getting their ears or other body parts cut off due to the strenghts and speed of the strings when the kite falls to the ground..

Small lady, big voice and very big hair

That is one small bighaired legend. Fortunately still alive which is rare for legends, lauryn Hill boozed energy and carma last night when performing in Vega. Her reviews from the previous concerts on the tour have been excrutiatingly bad so our expectations were low but despite a strained voice and an orcestra trying to drown her in noise she did really really well! She is so petite and yet she (and her hair) filled out the whole scene and the room especially when singing those Fugees songs that everyone seemed to know. She was jumping around and it was virtually impossible to get a proper picture of her and with a room temperature that made you feel like being in a tropical jungle the camera was almost slipping out of my hands - all I managed to catch with my lense was a big bold man's head. Judging from the floor after the concert a lot of people must have tried quencing the thirts and cooling the body with beer.