Tuesday 16 March 1999
Pic of the day: "This Time It's For Real" - NEW CD single from the irrepressible Norwegian happy neo-dance band Infinity. 3 new versions of their hit "This time it's for real" from the album www.happy-people.net, plus their worst track so far, "I wanna be your lover". (Not only is at just as explicit as it sounds, it is also stuffed with cliches and recycled phrases. The music is, of course, supreme as always. But let's be honest: By the time you dare play this one, you won't need it, and probably not even notice it.)
Anyway, I'm back! My old friendess is definitely married to my fellow Capricorn (this time it's for real!) and we all had cerebral fun. No teeth were lost on any side, not even during the dancing. The wine was good, for wine. (I know that I ought to drink more alcohol, while it's still healthy, but most of it tastes just plain bad.) The menu was just a controversial wedding dinner, according to the guy that thanked for the food. ("Conventional" is a word not much used around here.) Nobody got sick anyway.
Somewhat to my surprise I found that I have not lost a friend, but tentatively got another. Hmm, if the girls like me for my mind anyway, perhaps I should kick the hopeless loverboy image? Nah. Wait for the wrinkles, kiddo.
Well, I got to frolic a bit in the company of my Very Best Friend, the radiant supergirl. There's no denying it, though, that we've both had a tick of our biological clock during the last year. She's finally left the last traces of girlhood behind and matured into a stunningly attractive woman that could turn any young man red hot and any young woman green with envy. All the while, I've lost a little more hair and gained a little more paunch, so I guess I'm keeping my 1 generation lead. But hey, what's a generation among friends?
While shopping wine for the wedding (insert witty comment about Christians, weddings, water and wine here) she suddenly recognized this peculiar beverage which is locally called "Bols Blue" or some such, which is bright translucent blue and looks like something out of a (mad) scientist's laboratory. She explained that it was quite good with orange juice: You could get seriously drunk without even tasting it. We bought a bottle (she pointed and I paid) and decided to test this effect later in the night. However, when we finally were home and started to mix the suspicious fluid with juice, suddenly the extended family of hers surrounded us and all were to taste it. Which was, in retrospect, possibly a guard of angels in heavy disguise. After passing the fruity bright green drinks around, we corked the bottle and went to our respective beds.
The monday was reserved for a mall spree. Sometimes I feel like a lesbian in a man's body. Hanging out with the girls in the local mall is just plain fun. (And I like chocolate too.) The "man's body" thing kicked in pretty heavily when a certain young lady was trying on some of the brand new summer fashion. This could be a very hot summer. I better stay indoors or out in the woods most of the time to keep what's left of my sanity...
And now I'm back home. I feel somewhat older and wiser, a bit more aware of where love and friendship overlap and where not, a bit tired and a bit confused as to the status of my bank account. What more could a man want? OK, but apart from that.