Wee! Yesterday we, meaning the Media and Communications-class of 2004 had a reunion! 11 out of 13 showed up, which was a nice turnout. Everyone looked basically the same, just a few new tattoos and hair colors. We had a nice barbecue/starter-party at a lake near Kongsvinger, and after we took a cab "downtown" and went to a few bars. The evening went by way to fast, probably due to my intake of cider, beer and Vodka Cranberry (thanks, Kim!). Amazing what that stuff does to the time, it's like magic! And I'm very thankful for the couch Frida so kindly lent me to crash on. Otherwise it would've been a night of sparkly water. Not very fun when you're sitting in the grass with lots of sunshine and friends!
Oh! Right! I've started work! And oddly, as this post clearly shows, I survived. But just barely. In an evil twist of fate Norway suddenly turned into Uruguay, at least temperature-wise. I'm not one for complaining about the heat, I love summer. I survived Uganda and Malta during heat-waves, Norway should be nothing! No? But working at an old folks home, in scrubs, old building, two stories... In about 30 degrees Celsius? Even I think that's a bit.. intense. And of course, the elderly still wear their jackets and refuse to step outside on the very slight off chance it might be chilly! *sigh*
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