If you click on these photos you will get to a photo slideshow of the Nahr al-Bared refugee camp were some of my new friends who are now part of the Circuna project just lost their homes because their entire refugee camp got wiped out, yet their dedication to spreading happiness is still so strong. On our day off today we visited these friends at a celebration held by the NGO Handicap International where we could see the high level acrobatic and clown show that they have put together with their childrens groups.
Warning: Seeing these photos will not create happiness and might envoke a strong sense of “what the fuck!” but I feel that my friends stories must somehow be told. Maybe through these pictures. This is not “then”… this is “now”.
click on photo to get to slideshow
My girlfriend is so hot. Even though we just got married she is more girlfriend than wife. Wifes either pick up kids after school or have better jobs then you but girlfriends lie in sofas and look sexy. I always dreamed of being a girlfriend.
Our honeymoon adventure started out on a crisp and blue skyed indian summer day, driving our motorcycles on hilly backroads from Stockholm to a gorgous little bed and breakfast in Askersund. I had done a gig there a few months back and had thought to myself, I would love to bring Angela here. I picturesque sea town on the northern tip of Vættern lake with good restaurants and lovely walks.
Luckily the day was amazing with great motorbiking, great food and the cosiest bed and breakfast because the next day sucked…
We had decided to visit our friends in the Copenhagen circus world as our first adventure stop. Gry and Rune where to have a show at 8pm that we would catch and then live with Ronnie Roadkill.
It rained the whole way. Angela got totally soaked and started freezing on the bike. We both got sour on our short gasstation breaks. We made it … but there was no show. So what always saves the day?
Getting drunk with your own privat bartender Ronnie Roadkill.
So we have spent the last days getting drunk and laughing in Ronnies spartan apartment with her cold floor and warm heart. Taking her to her cafe job in the mornings and then going on adventures.
The new circus training space is amazing!
The red light district is creepy and exciting.
Christiania is the same but different.
Same streetperformers on Strøget.
Tonight we go to see a new circus show called Berzerk with juggler Samuel and tissue Anders and then off south to look for the sun and maybe sober up…
With love, Nalle and Angela
Dear circus friends, the first photos have arrived. Click on the photo to see the slideshow. Otherwise the link is http://www.flickr.com/photos/nalleblue/sets/72157601777743962/show/
We wrote our own marriage vows. It was a great exersise in communicating to each other why we were doing this.
Dearest friends and family of Angela and Nalle.
We are gathered here today under this oak tree to witness their marriage.It a joyous and special day for all of us to be here and share in their love and happiness.
For Nalle and Angela marriage is built upon two individuals helping each other grow side by side, though never losing their separate identities.
It is built upon the time spent together as well as the time spent apart.Do you Nalle promise to see the things in Angela’s life that make her happy and help her to do them more.
Yes.
Do you Nalle promise to see the things in Angela’s life that make her unhappy and help her to do them less.
Yes.Do you Angela promise to see the things in Nalle’s life that make him happy and help him to do them more.
Yes.
Do you Angela promise to see the things in Nalle’s life that make him unhappy and help him to do them less.
Yes.Will you Nalle and you Angela, continue to make one another happy until the day you don’t?
(together)
Yes.And now the rings.
(Nalle can’t find them, looks at his best men, they don’t know. Nalle whistles and Ingo the dog brings the rings.)Let these rings, forged by your friend Matilda, be empowered by all your friends and family that are here today.
Let these rings be a reminder of this day and for your love for each other.(Rings on)
I now pronounce you husband and wife.So go, Nalle and Angela, and continue this life that you lead together.
Continue making people laugh and making the world a happier place to be.And now…
The kiss…
You can read our story on one of the first blogs I wrote.
Beware. I am nude and proud. Proud of having such good friends!
Since I am getting married next week things are getting a bit stressful. I have been putting off making the tables and chairs for 250 as I had planned. Since I have been touring non stop all summer I just have not had time.
Then out of the blue three of my friends, Kalle, Björn and Susan called and offered to come and help me build. Being four people we managed to finish the job in 5 hours. What an amazing present.
I even got to go to sleep early…
Hard hip hop music and squeeling tires outside my bus awake me.
I rush out of bed ready to grab a frying pan but instead I get kidnapped.
My stag night has begun…
First I get to lie in a bed in the back of willes car double spooned by Ronnie and Magnus while they feed me strawberries giving new meaning to a morning woodie.
Quickly loosing track of were we are we arrive at a race track and park beside a huge yellow tractor. As the place hasn’t opened yet they waste no time in striping me down and taking the first set of male nudity pictures. Of course against my will as the pictures clearly tell…
And the races begin. We kit up in overalls, spine protection and helmets and head out for the track. An hour later my body is shaking like a bowl full of jelly after speed racing four wheelers. Of course Wille won despite Kenneths underestimated dedication to winning and Ola lost as his chain jumped off the bike. Adrenaline, quick learning curves, speed and a strong sence of danger. 8am in the morning!
Then of to another part of the forest for paintball. In a weird way it really felt like the combination of speed racing and paintball are actions we have been trained to do since boys. Competative, adrenaline based, action driven. The ultimate ungirly activities. Luckily we boys could spoon in the car in between the places.
Paintball was a blast. Two teams just basically shooting at each other for no reason except that it hurts the opponant like a mother fucker when you hit them.
Being my bachular party of course the final was me in a bunny suit trying to run from one end of the field to the other while everybody was trying to get as close as possible to me so that the shots would hurt more. But as Ronnie nicely put it, ” It was nice to see you take it like a man!”.
Kenneth got the bbq going and the steaks and beer made a wonderful breakfast. I love my friends!
Back into the cars. Aron, Kenneth, Ola, and the punks set off for the next adventure.
This place I recognise. The nature park Hellasgården with the sauna by the lake. We get naked and the boys swim with me across the lake. And who could be waiting but Tonja with a case full of oysters and a bottle of tequila. I manage to not spew up the oysters and down alot of tequila before Wille catches a duck in the water and we swim back to go sit in the sauna.
Willes sauna comments that there is something waiting for me in the reception area. I get there and it is my dream come true! A whole italien boys football team!
But unfortunately, “us noa speakingly elgelish..” and Björn leads me to the massage room.
I hear the chock in the polish massagers voice as she says” what have you done with your body? Do you have allergi?” I try and explain that the 40-50 fist size bruises covering my body is just part of an ancient manly ritual of degrading their friends before they get married. They shot me for my own happiness..
Confussed she still gave a very good massage.
With my body oiled up I was ready for some serious porno action as you can see on the youtube video. Now I realise why models make such good money. Keeping the energy up, costume change after costume change. Looking your relaxed happy best even though the whole foto crew is ogling your breasts. Well look for yourself.
Then a wonderful crepe dinner where my best friend Pelle showed up and then Södra Teatern to see the new Tiger Lillies Show.
Unfortunatelly mind boggling terrible crap but we all got a good snooze in.
And energy to finish the evening off drinking and dancing on the terrace bar overlooking beautiful Stockholm. All through the night more and more friends kept showing up and keeping drinks in my hands and my booty on the dance floor.
But best of all was getting lassoed on the dance floor. Looking over surprised and seeing my hero Angela! Coming to rescue me from my terrible kidnappers on her motorcycle!
Happily hugging her all the way home to our bus and almost falling straight to sleep.
My fantastic sister Therese taught me early in life that we have two states of being.
The first one is the curious one. Looking for new impulses, ideas and adventures.
The second one is the processing state. The resting but that actually is the self, processing the information and new experiences.
Things can feel wrong if we are in the “wrong” state at the wrong time. For instance if we are about to make an exciting journey and when we get there the self turns off and goes into processing state. We feel we should be in the adventure state and get confused over why we feel bad.
It is the same with babies. I think they sleep so much, not because their bodies need it, but because they have so much new information they have to process.
So resting and sleeping is as important as working and adventuring.
Muscle mass is built when the muscles are resting, not when they are working out.
Anyway, this train of thought came about because a friend got mad at me for not calling her back. But I have to much information and adventure right now. I do not need more, I need to slow down and process.
So it seems I have to make a choice, her or me.
It is not really a big thing but I did find the connection to my sisters wisdom interesting.
I got so inspired by my friend Ronnie Roadkills blogg
http://wasabilicious.blogg.se/index.html
that I decided to start this blogg. I had some texts from South Africa on my Myspace that I added here so it would all be in the same place.
I get married in two weeks and it feels really good. Even though both our parents failed miserably at marriage, this process has led us closer to each other and at the same time strengthened ourselves.
Now I have to learn how to upload photos.
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