So I woke up this morning after being fucked up the night before during the Swedish amazing Rock festival 2015, with ants, other bugs, garbage, etc on me after a night of freezing Swedish cold. There was this guy at 3am when i was laying down in my metaphorical pile of shit (true metal fashion) singing with some serious Sonata Arctica pipes. At 5am I woke back up and this mother fucker was STILL singing the same made-up lyrics... He was still good but holy shit!!
So with the sun up at 3ish am I tossed at turned next to some empty vodka and boxed wine (I didn't drink any of that, it was just that there was garbage everywhere) in the cold before it got warm and then hot. Summer here is interesting.
Split a taxi with three random guys while in a slight daze.
Took a train across Sweden to Stockholm without eating so I slept to pull off some hibernation nonsense.
Got here and explored a bit walking a few miles and cooked a meal, blah blah.
Went to see a guy from the camp site from the concert to say hi and he wasn't around. Walked for a few miles just enjoying Stockholm. It got dark so I said fuck it and went to some metal bar called Pub Anchor or something.. Idr I'm really drunk ATM
Soooo I have a few beers and get really tied of the abysmal karaoke, I mean the kind so bad they are literally whispering into the mic.
I said to the group of Fins and Germans I had walked into drinking with that " I'm pretty fucking bad but not THAT bad."
So I look at the book of songs for awhile for something easy yet something not Kansas or yet another fucking Billy Idol (I love him but man was he overdone) song. I pick Godsmack - Straight out of line
Embarrassed at my choice I get another beer for a few before I go on stage to headbang to the beginning and middle while not really drunk at this point at all really. In fact I was mostly sober and enjoying making a fool of myself. Laughing on stage for a second I crush the damn song.
Idk I just sang, it wasn't that good at all obviously but by this point things are a bit swirly. Maybe from the rocking out to a song that isn't real slow and lame like Journey. Somehow I had to fucking expect some one to sing that fucking song..
Anyway after I turn to the closest person and go "shit I was bad.." and it ends up being an unattractive and plump woman.
Shit
So I go back to the Fins and she comes over later to talk to me. I don't want to be rude (pft I'm drunk with manners...) So I indulge her to make her feel special..
Her gay friend professes to be the top 5 in Swedish fashion expert who had their passport 'stolen by Mikey Cyrus', and something about Justin Beiber. I brush it off and say sure, cool.
Soon enough despite objections of already having a beer they get me a new one.
I'm singing along going "pour some sugar on meeee" and getting to the new one (beer).
I get the what's your name thing and at this point I'm plastered. I go "Ryan! Hah, friends call my spicy, salty assholes who can't enjoy life for what it is call me mild."
I'm still seeing double ATM so I'm sure for those dumb enough to click this spoiler (come on...)
That this will go over swimmingly.
I sneak back to the Fins to say this chick wants me,/I just don't wanna be rude.
Anyway later she goes on about the place is closing do you wanna come home with me?
I remark "annnd?"
She says we don't have to do anything if you don't want to. Then she wants a kiss and I realize shes in my face asking for one so I pull the whole slide over and talk to your ear with excuses "oh that's too far for me to walk back" etc.
I pull the ripcord and gtfo of doge knowing I'm drunk as shit and need to deny all offers from unattractive women.
So after that I turn to the DJ and go "I'm fucked up, but its hard to pull that one on me."
Truth be told despite my enjoyment. It was a really fucking lame bar, having seen many over Europe so far.
So I stumble across the streets, well not really, I'm walking fine, pretty much, maybe, but not stumbling. Of this unknown place for the 50th time (in terms of unknown places) and figures I'm filthy (feel it) in this Eluveitie t that I might as well play the song its for, and is written on the shirt, Alesia.
Walking along I turn after a fist pump at Bloodstained Ground and notice a bald guy behind me at 3:30am. I stop salute and explain on just drunk sorry for enjoying the music from my phone. He's in a leather jacket and says he used to like that music too and now he likes everything. I tell him that he must have grown up that all we can be in life is happyand stumble around and walk on after we said bye.
Here I am now passing out. Sure no one will like this post but hey, I catalogued my existence in an unimportant manner despite the obvious intoxication and lack of interest.
Love you too BG , NN