...and all I got was this lousy poster.

There was a point last night where I just wanted to scream my fucking guts out. Use all the swearwords I know and hit something very hard at the same time. That kinda angry, you know? But first things first.

It started by me going to a popular local club and concert venue called Blå to see the British indie rock band Late Of The Pier, of which I have become a pretty big fan over the past weeks. Had been looking forward to this concert for quite a while. I got there around a quarter to 10, it was very empty and didn't even look like the support band was about to start. So I went to Bleed, whose office is very close, to get some beer from the fridge (hehe). There I encountered Astrid, who I was supposed to meet at the venue later, also sipping a cold Ringnes. So we stayed and chatted for a bit while drinking up. After half an hour we decided to get some food and then head back to Blå.

At about 11 we were back at the concert. We went in only to see the band perform the last 30 seconds of their last song. Yupp. That was it. No encore. No nothing. 25 bucks right out the window. To be honest, I didn't give a shit about the money. But I had just missed the fucking concert! I was – oh, the irony – too late. $@!&%*! Ok, I screwed up. On the other hand, those bastards must've started when the place was just halfway filled and only played 45 minutes, max!

In the end, Astrid managed to get our tickets partly refunded and we decided to stay for a bit, while the support DJs started their – relatively crappy – set after the concert. Argh. This way, I at least had some time to check out the place. I must say, after having heard so much about it and knowing that they get pretty big acts on a regular basis, I was quite shocked by it's size. It's really small! Nice, cozy, cool – but small! Not tiny, but still...

After another hour or so we met up with our fellow Bleedian André and his girlfriend Kine. After seemingly endless walking through a friggin' cold Oslo night – t-shirt and hoodie are definitely not enough for these kinda temperatures – we landed at a pretty nice bar called Hell's Kitchen, got drunk and ended up having a pretty fun time after all.
So it wasn't entirely bad.

But still, damn you, bad timing!

First snow here. Gone after a day.

Hehe, looks like I'm finally getting some work on this blog again. This one's for a design-your-own-deck competition. Didn't win but still...

But I think, I wanna make this one bigger...

Can't wait for the season to start here.

Wow, that was chaotic. Don't think, I've ever covered so much distance by foot and train on a single night. After the Streets gig had been called off, I had to find a new Saturday night activity. Luckily, my roomies Magnus, Niklas and Frederica were in a drinking mood.

So we started off with getting hammered by playing some Swedish drinking games and then headed to an Oktoberfest-Party (yupp...) at the local student house. After a really long walk and standing in the biggest friggin' cue I've ever been in – at least 500 people – for 15 minutes, the bouncers called it quits and closed the entrance for the night. Ok then, no Bavarian beer tonight.

We then took the train to the center – never seen such a party-crowded metro – and started walking to some private party Niklas knew about. At that point we had already lost Magnus, who was off chasing blond Swedish tail. After walking for another half hour, Niklas got a call and found out that we had been walking in the wrong direction the whole time. So, change of plans again. Went back to the center and met a couple of friends of the two. No clue where we should head, Frederica finally took action and steered us towards a club she had heard about.

After another half hour walk, we arrived at The Villa. Another cue, more waiting, frustration level rising. At 2 o'clock we got in, at last. So we had one hour left to party – remember, everything in Oslo shuts down at 3. But it was worth it! Even though we didn't party all out or anything, it was good to discover the place. It used to be a gay club and that was indeed very obvious: very cave-like with lots of dark corners and small chill-out rooms. There were basically three main areas, electro/house, D'n'B and chillout with the music being good, but not great. Still, a very cool vibe. The place was even voted 94th in the Top 100 clubs worldwide by DJ Magazine (Panorama Bar = 6th, Robert Johnson = 32nd), which ain't bad for a town like Oslo.

Anyways, after enjoying the last one and a half hours at the club, we went to some friends place to drown out the night with some good ol' fashioned chilling. And the trashing of Johan's bed...



P.S. I'll put another "Peeps and Homies" post up soon, so you'll be able to see the people I'm always talking about.