And what a weekend it was indeed...some of our Swedish friends planned a White Trash sittning (which is retrospect is of course a recipe for disaster in one form or another). On Friday we went to a friends corridor to have a pre-party, and were pleasantly surprised to see how seriously our Swedish friend took the theme, you certainly don't want to be the only one looking ridiculous at such as white trash. Flannel, cutoff shorts, wigs, mustaches, fake pregnant bellies, teased hair, bright eye make up, bare midriffs, fake tattoos, and Confederate flags, yes, Confederate flags. It was a memorable moment turning around to see our friends Norberg, Kristoffer and Calle walk up from across the parking lot donned with camouflage and carrying a large Confederate flags; Calle even had a flag stitched on the back of his denim vest. The whole time the Kaliforniens and I would look at each other in disbelief, "This would never happen in the states, you would get shot for this." But this isn't California, and we rejoiced in the humor. We moved on to the Hallands nation where the sittning was scheduled, and the flag managed to find its way as well, being hung next to our three tables. The kicker of the sittning? There were four tables in the room, three for the white trash sittning and one table of only men, I believe Hallands "alumni" all wearing suits and looking quite dapper..talk about some sort of contrast. Jen and I bumped in to two of the men in the elevator, where I suddenly felt it necessary to cover up my picnic table cloth patterned bra as I said how bad I felt that they had to be in the same room as us while they looked so nice, "Oh no worries, we've been there before." Phew. The sittning itself was probably one of the best I've been to, singing traditional songs is a crucial part of sittnings, while pounding the table with your fist and often standing on top chairs causing many glasses of wine, cider, and champagne to be knocked over. My main goal of the evening was to get nothing on the overalls I was wearing (apparently they're coming back into style because I found them at H&M) because I had spent $60 on an article of clothing I hadn't worn since probably 2nd or 3rd grade and surely wouldn't wear after that night; rest assured, I was able to return them with no problem :).
The next evening Jen, Cyrus and myself had a Halloween themed tackfest at Wermlands nation (which we have determined through experiencing different nations tackfests that it is by far our favorite.) Desperate and overwhelmed by having another theme to dress to, I settled for a Native American, with war paint, a headdress and a tomahawk..while Jen was a "baker of love" wearing a red dress with white polka dress, an apron with a heart on it and a rolling pin, a true Betty Crocker. Of course the Swedes either wanted to call me Pocahontas or an Indian (to which I shutter at). As I mentioned before with the White Trash sittning, songs are a huge part of any Swedish dinner, however there's one in particular I refuse to sing that's about 9/11 (like I said, the Swedes are something different), however there is a song that I do quite enjoy:
If the ocean were whiskey and I were a duck
I'd swim to the bottom and drink my way up
But the ocean's not whiskey and I'm aint no duck
So let's go to Germany and have a good f...
In more news, I've officially booked a plane flight home for two weeks back to California from December 21st-January 4th! I came here with the idea that I wouldn't go home the whole time, I would be here consistently for ten months. However, as time has worn on I've felt increasingly more compelled to touch back with home base for a brief moment in time comparatively to how long I'll be in Sweden. I absolutely love Lund, I love the people that I've met, there isn't one moment I would take back from my experience so far, and I'm so excited to come back and continue my time. I feel like I have three homes now: San Rafael, Santa Cruz, and Lund..I'm so comfortable here and so incredibly happy, and I wouldn't call going home trying to escape..more like taking a breath for a second. After being in California for two weeks, I'll come back to Lund and hopefully in the next couple following days head to Utrecht in the Netherlands to visit Maura and come back with a few days to settle before school starts around January 17-19. With the end of the semester seeming to be fast approaching, it's hard to fathom Lund without Jen and Sara..two girls who have seriously made my experience here (they will kill me for my high corniness factor and even bringing up their departure), but I treasure them far beyond belief and I find it amazing the ability we have to connect to people on such a level in such a short period of time. And we have also officially been here for three months!!
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