Electricity Ahoy!

So I started off this morning with the beautiful sun in my face in a quiet apartment in Stockholm, Sweden. At 5:50am. Here are some pictures to quel (sp?) your appetite.



These are in no particular order, and it is very difficult to move them around on this blogger nonsense, so here they are, match them up to the descriptions as needed. Cool?





Shiree drove her car off of an embankment and a bunch of us had to go save her.





A true 'Merican dinner: Lots of beans, some chocolate milk, and some noodles. Woot.





Cool Sony OLED TV that I saw in London. Olson will flip when he finds out that I got to see one....like in person. Drop a google, these things are a big deal.





So after getting off my plane and going through customs (and meeting my tennis buddy), I took a "lift" down to the basement where I caught my train to Stockholm City (as its referred to here). It looked and felt like a dungeon. It was a little chilly and damp, and really reminded me of where I was.





When I got to the apartment that I'm staying at, first I walked the length of it and couldn't get in. I then called Sanna (one of my hosts), who happened to live at the end of the building that I called at, and she threw her keys down to me from the fourth floor of the building....at night....and one of the keys, I swear to god, is a skeleton key from every old-movie-door stereotype ever. After I went inside, I was shown the elevator by someone that I let in, and after she got out, I continued up to the 4th floor and stood there waiting for something to happen. Aparently doors don't just open here like we're used to in the U-S-Of-A. Bewildered, I tried the "H" button, which mercilessly (and quite against my cries) took me back to the lobby (and still didn't open the door. I hit 4 again, and decided that if it didn't open, i was going to ram it open. When it stopped and nothing happened again, I gave it a hard shoulder (which caused it to FLY open and for me to almost fall down), and realized that I was an idiot.



Since I have arrived here, I have peed three times, and almost every time I trip over this little thing on the bathroom floor that was designed to infuriate me. If ever there was a reason not to go to europe (besides the ones that I will be flamed with after writing this), it is that stupid little 1-inch tall thing in the bathroom that hates my feet.

I found this old picture of Juice and Lydia....and it's awesome.

By popular request, a picture of Un Te in the front yard tanning. No man-thong this time, but hey, a request is a request, right?

Well, I do think that that's all for i mordag (this morning), I'll post again tonight probably with the madness that is Stockholm during the day.

-Joel out.

P.S. I think the swede was Thomas Johanson, not sure yet, and the courts are: kungliga tennishallen, or the royal tennis courts (i think). Zeppelin played there.