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  • Puss_in_boots
    My metal-head Swedish boyfriend really blew my mind yesterday when he said he wanted to start a collection of Classical and Baroque music. He didn't really know where to begin. So, having studied music in my early college days, I said I'd take a look for him. There are lots of sites that offer free and legal downloads of classical music.

    So I've been spending the morning listening to some of the greatest music over written...as well as doing a lot of air conducting. :)

    Mozart and Beethoven really were the rock stars of their day.
  • Puss_in_boots
    They sure do have some weird holidays here in Sweden. An example is Waffle Day, which happens toward the end of March. Right now people don't do anything more than eat waffles on the day, but it started out as a religious holiday, called "Varfru" day ("Our Lady" aka The Virgin Mary). It's pronounced so similarly to "våffel," the Swedish word for waffle, that people began to eat waffles on the day. After a while the religious significance of the day was forgotten and Varfru Day became Våffel (waffle) Day.

    Tomorrow is Cinnamon Bun day, which doesn't have any religious significance at all. You're just supposed to make and/or eat cinnamon buns on that day. So that's what I'll be doing tomorrow...making and then eating them. :)
  • Puss_in_boots
    I never thought I could ever love anyone this much, but everyday I love him more and more. He's my lover, my sweetie, my Viking warrior (this works great when we play "rape the maiden") and my life-size teddy bear.

    We'll be this evening celebrating with cake and champagne.
  • Puss_in_boots
    I work on Saturday mornings now, which pretty much prevents me from having any kind of a Friday night. The thing is that everybody gets drunk on Friday nights here in Sweden. Since I work in another city that's a two-hour commute away, so I go into the city on Friday night and spend the night there, and then get up and go work at 9:00.

    Anyway, I just got home and the Swede told me about the party he went to on Friday night at his cousin's house. It was a relatively small get-together: only the Swede, his brother, cousin, cousin's girlfriend, and one extra girl. They played drinking games including "spin the bottle" in which capacity everyone French kissed everyone else and made out with everyone else.

    So next Friday I'm planning on going drinking with my Swedish and ex-pat friends in Gothenburg. I can't stay out very late because I have to work at 9 the next morning.