Soundtrack to this post: Bloc Party - Flux
Spring! Daylight, sun, warmth, trees go green, flowers grow, barbecuing, you can have a beer outside without freezing to death, etc etc. Generally I'm a big fan of late spring and summer, luckily I haven't inherited my families allergy problems either, so I can actually enjoy it to the fullest.
Oddly, summer has always made me strangely melancholic, in a bitter-sweet sort of way. When the nights become lighter and lighter, and you can sit outside for longer and longer, I get this insane urge to have fun. Party. Have friends over, eat good food, sit outside, listen to music, drink beers, go out, enjoy the summer (nights), maybe see a concert, forget all your worries, maybe meet someone new (or someone old), and have a flirt, and lots and lots of laughs. Or travel somewhere (preferably close to the sea) to do just about exactly the same.
Maybe I have some overly romanticized view of this, and the reason might be that I've never had the opportunity to do this sort of thing, except for a few times. A combination of me moving a few times, and growing up being a rather non-sociable creature has resulted in me not having a huge group of friends, and the friends I do have are scattered over most of Norway (and Europe now, to be honest), and they really don't know each other. (And some of them probably wouldn't get along at all, either.)
I do hope I'll have the opportunity to have some fun this summer. My ticket for Arvikafestivalen is lying safe in my inbox, but right now it's looking like I'll have to go alone. Admittedly I've whined about this before, so I won't do it again. I'll just say this: *sobs*. Apart from the festival I do have some plans to visit a friend's at her cabin in souther Norway, which might be nice, but it also means meeting a lot of people I've never met before. I'm all for meeting new people, but it takes quite a bit of effort.
Bah. I can't complain about my summer before it's even started. It's just that I'm desperate for something good to look forward to (and preferably something I know for sure will happen!). I have, however, made this deal with myself: If I don't get TG tickets (and I seriously doubt I will. I mean, come on!), I'm going to see Bloc Party in Brighton in October. Granted, I do have to beg, borrow and steal a bit of cash first...
I'd kill for an adventure
just you and I, in the Curzon Bar
Dancing till we knew
so that all we've learnt disappears.
