A Night On The Town
Big night out in Borlange, Sweden. Went to see my
son law, Patrick, and his Heavy metal band – Civil War. I had expected
this to be a labor of love. As you might guess, Heavy Metal is not my
cup tea and there was a four hour wait before his band Civil War came on
the final attraction. We passed part of the time with a leisurely
dinner. I had a New York steak, which was passable. They don’t really
understand steak in Sweden and keep destroying the flavor with all kinds
of spices, but maybe it’s just a matter of taste. The highlight of the
dinner was the potatoes which were disguised as mushrooms. I was sure
they were mushrooms and cut one in half to prove this to my wife. The insides looked exactly
like mushrooms, but the taste test proved my wife was right. She’s been
right several times this year. They were potatoes. No idea how they
make them look like that.
There was still a lot of
time left after dinner. There was a dance floor next to our table and
they started playing music (Heavy Metal of course) at ten o’clock. After
watching the dancers I had a need to join them and after some friendly
persuasion got the wife to join me. I only lasted for one dance, but it
was great fun. “I’m not as good as I once was, but I’m good once as I
ever was.”
Then we went upstairs to
where the bands play. I have no idea how many people were there but you
had to squeeze between bodies to move from one place to another. People
kept hugging me and giving me a ‘thumbs up’ I guess impressed that
someone with grey hair was there, or maybe that I was still alive. I
think the wife and I were the only ones over forty and probably the only
ones without a tattoo. The Swedes are number one in the world for the
most people having tattoos and cell phones. Civil War came one at 11:00
P.M. and played until 2:00 A.M. So many hours standing was not easy and
this morning my legs still remember last night. But I had a wonderful
time. We drove some of the band members home. People in Sweden do not
drive after they’ve had a drink, even one. Fines are astronomical if the
cops catch you. My wife does not drink. I am one of those lucky men
with a permanent designated driver.
It was 4:00 A.M. when I got home, slightly drunk and totally wasted. It was a very good time!
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