I'm sitting in a 7-11 in Gamla Stan, Stockholm's Old Town. Surprisingly, not only are 7-11s really cool here, they also all have internet connection. Across the narrow street is a hat (hott) shop next to a jeweler. Every type of people are passing, from Swedish tourists (from other areas of Sweden), hip kids, goths, families, old people... The Swedish are not only the most fashionable, but the guys here are the most attractive I have ever seen in my life.
We met a group of four Swedish boys (literally, as they were only 19 and 20) at a club called Debaser near our hostel (this place, I am convinced, would have all the San Luis hipsters green with envy as it attracts Stockholm's most fashionable hipster culture). We left Debaser for another bar, Skeppsbar, and ended up staying up to see the sun rise at 3am. We ended up drinking cheap beer and dancing at the dock with a Kurt Russel look-alike Sarah dubbed "Captain Ron" after a movie.
The boys were kind enough to take us shopping the next day, as Sarah was looking for some tight Swedish jeans (everyone wears them tight here. No need for boys to buy girls' jeans). At one store we met an...interesting fellow named Gustav with long blonde hair and a pair of his own skin-tight jeans. They were outrageously expensive, but I couldn't help trying on a pair whose zipper I could barely close.
Me: I think I might need a bigger size.
Gustav: (grabs the front and pulls) No, these are perfect. They stretch 2%. If you get a bigger size in two days they will be saggy in the butt - and that's not sexy.
He proceeded to tell us that sometimes they are so tight he needs to come into the dressing room and help the girl button them, adding "Fight for your jeans!"
I ended up buying some red boots at a vintage store that my sister will hate. They're cute, but will unfortunately be a hassle to carry.
I can't believe how lucky we were to run into some natives who were able to show us a cool side of Sweden, spending their entire day off with us and teaching us a multitude of Swedish phrases. Swedish is one of the most complicated languages I've ever heard.
(Phonetically):
Hey = hi!
Hey doh = bye
Tak = thanks
Oo shek to may = excuse me
Shay = girl
Killuh = boy
Ool = beer
Op rok = wasted (literally "monkey straight")
Fisk mos = seagull
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Haha, I laughed out loud when I read your story about the guy in the dressing room! I can't believe he acually told you to fight for your jeans! Hahaha... so... did you get them? :)
I have to ask: why will your sissy hate your boots? :) What do they look like?
Also: Did you get any Swedish numbers? Heehee... and if so, what do they look like? :) I miss you Haley!
Everyday is see saggy saggy fisherman pants on tourists and natives alike all over Bangkok and now I'm imagining Gustav, the Swedish denim warrior, standing on the street corner proclaiming to Asia the gospel of sexy jeans.
Faith, my sister disapproves of most of my wardrobe in a general sense. They are red and a little slouchy. I love them!
Haha, did you read the "19 and 20" part? I'm no cradle robber, but we're all facebook friends now :)
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