Photo Album from Sweden Re-emerges and wow the hair! NaBlPoMo 27

 

There are 100 pictures just like this in
the dusty and slightly damp photo album
I just found in the basement from
when I was an exchange student
in Stockholm. 

I spent a lot of time in clubs that year surrounded by fantastic amounts of very stiff Swedish hair. 

I scanned the whole photo album and sent the scanned pages to some of the individuals pictured. Then I spent half the day pretending I remembered way more than I actually do about the events depicted.

For example, Annika texted, “OMG! That was Eva’s birthday party. She's not in any of the photos because she got really drunk and spent half the night throwing up in the bathroom!”

Umm yeah, haha. So funny…,

Not sure if it speaks more to the sad state of my memory, or, the metric ass ton of nights I was out at a club with Milla until 4am, thus rendering any and all individual goings-on fairly indistinguishable. 

I remember Swedes passed out drunk on tables, like a lot. Some tall skinny blond kid lying on a table in a club out cold with the music thumping all around.

I remember dancing on a boat. Many boats. Stockholm is a bunch of islands for chrisssakes so this shouldn’t be unexpected.

I remember eating before I went out because those little open faced shrimp sandwiches were pricey and really small. Not a good value at all for a broke ass exchange student.

I remember getting ready for what seemed like hours. A lot of work went into that big hair and we always wore actual pantyhose and little skirts with big belts.