Sweden part 2

Saturday morning and it's not raining anymore, instead it's gale force winds and our girl, TNT is hung over like a blanket on a clothes line. I feel like a million and change in Kroner, which is about 37 Euros or 22 dollars American. I meet up with John and Missy and we hit the grocery store looking for Gator-aid and snacks, John finds a blu-cheese/whiskey spread for the delicious snack win. I walk with John and Missy back to the band area and end up talking to Texas Terri for a bit. On the walk back to camp to drop off the hangover supplies to a sleeping Tiffany I meet up with a guy who said last year him and a bunch of guys were hiding in the woods scaring people as they walked back to camp. Apparently they jumped out and scared the shit out of the lead singer of Oi! Polloi! and he was so mad he wanted to kick all their asses. Hilarious! The guy is off to score more speed and axes me if I wanna go. I decline and instead head into town with the Swedes get pizza and beer. Tiff is asleep when I get back a couple hours later. Me and the Swedes alternate between coffee and talking shit, beer and talking shit and Irish coffee and deep contemplation. At some point Tiff gets up and we head up to the show. It's only 3:30 in the afternoon. I may have gotten up too early.

We spend the rest of the day alternating between watching the show and watching the rain from the camp and beer garden. Victims, Doom and I dunno who else played but it was fun. Around midnight the From Ashes Rise guys start getting together back stage and I video taped a bunch of it

They had a great set. I'll post those videos later. I gotta get permission first.

We party for another couple hours and head back to the campsite as the sun comes up at 3:30 am.

Tiff: Correction - the sun CAME up at 3:30am

Sunday we get up and tear down camp. We get everything packed up and head into town just in time to see the train pull out of the station. We check the time table and the next one is due in a scant 4 hours. Tiff axed me to check the train schedule the day before and I didn't...I'm a moron. We head to the cafe to get some coffee and eat a 4 hour breakfast. The guy at the cafe told us to check the bus schedule so while Tiff got coffee I ran to check the next bus. Fifteen minutes later, Tiff, me and 30 filthy, muddy punk rockers board a bus that was previously occupied solely by rich, white women headed to the local mall. They are HORRIFIED. The punks don't notice or care. We just sit where ever we can and wait. Tiff and I get floor space, everyone is super rad and very nice.

My view of the front of the bus

And the back...Naomi from Genies in Portland is back there somewhere

Tiff: Tired camp face

The boots of the couple next tous, The same couple that's making out in the picture above this one.

When we get back to Gothenberg our new bus friends invite us to pizza and beers but we have plans so we say goodbye. Inside the train station, while looking for the information counter we see this:

NFC -- They serve fried chicken, so I get that part of the name but what does the "N" stand for? What do YOU think it stands for? Who eats fried chicken? That's right, Norwegians. Norwegian Fried Chicken.

Racist.

We get to the hotel, check in and meet up with everyone, and get a late lunch at a place called MAX. It's REALLY good and REALLY REALLY good for fast food. The F.A.R. guys mention that the super idealistic promoters of the show would probably NOT get the irony of seeing them eat fast food. Whatever. Brad eats himself into a food coma and out of the ability to hit the roller coasters with Tiff, Dave and me. He's also playing Wack-a-Mole by the time we get back to the hotel. So Me, Tiff and Drummer Dave take off for Lise-land or whatever. ( Side note: Me and drummer Dave apparently look so much alike that his band mates can't tell us apart from the back.)

This town has an amusement park right up the street from our hotel and I'll be damned if I miss out on some good rides and this place has 3 awesome looking coasters.

Tiff: I think it was Liseberg - a definite recommendation for anyone visiting Gothenberg - an old town Dollywood like feel with roller coasters.

Tiff: You guys definitely look like you're related

The crew: Nate, Tiff & Dave looking forward to Sweden's best non-Bugs Bunny, but still cartoon rabbit based theme park

I'm especially looking forward to this ride, you'll notice that it rips your hair out AND has a fart rating of 5 stars...and judging from the kid on the left it should have a poo rating of Aardvark Sauce & Black Coffee as well.

And this ride which has a ROCK n ROLL rating of 5

a FART rating of 4 (check out the "sneaky lean" on the blonde)

and surprisingly a SNURR rating of 4, and we all know the Snurr rating board does not just hand out 4 stars willy-nilly

This is Tiff and a guy who is not me.

Tiff: The bunny snuck up on Dave - can't you tell by his surprise face?

Roller coaster shot. Dave is so close to crying I can taste the tears. Tiff and I are in the first car, I became a man that day.

Tiffany and the Whitney Houston star...there are like 5 crack jokes, but I'll let you guys make 'em

After that we got pizza for dinner and got wasted and told stories well into the night. After everyone else went to bed Brad, Dave and I wondered around Gothenberg. Brad says he got punched in the back of the head but I don't remember that.

The next morning we bugged out and went home.


And finally here's a picture of a naked woman with a sausage, just for reading this whole thing. Good for you.



Good for you you should be able to read this, good for me I should be able to write it.

PS I got exit row window seats the whole way home.
PPS Good for me I should be comfortable, good for you that you should be happy when I enjoy comfortable things.

Tiff: See ya next weekend in Berlin!