The machine is washing my laundry. The online booking, as you will remember, does not work, and the the machine did not seem to remember my on-site booking from yesterday. But I remembered. It took ten minutes of cursing and smacking the side of the washing machine, but it finally gave in. And now it is doing my laundry.
Oslo is hot today, over 30 degrees Celsius(30:5=6, 6×9=54, 54+32=86 degrees Fahrenheit, how about that!) It is saturday and high summer, one-night stands will take place in Oslo tonight. But none of them will include me, I have to stay sober enough to drive a car at 5am tomorrow and go to work. Not that I normally get anywhere with Oslo’s female population, or that I ever did, but it is a thought. Instead, I will attend a barbecue in my friend’s backyard, it’s like a big garden inside a block of flats from around WWI. Nice. My friend is a good cook. I will bring some meat. And potato-salad. My other friend also invited me to a barbecue tonight, too bad they both picked the same day. I accepted the first invitation. I don’t get invited places that much anymore. Age thing, I guess. And probably a social status thing, too. My social status is rather low, my work includes a lot of manual labour. I’m not going to divulge what I do for a living. That is going to be my little secret.
Age, social status, and I guess I’m not very interesting anymore. Or nice, I really should try to be nice to people. I have lost a lot of friends by saying the wrong things. Like the following: So you’re getting divorced? What’s the point of getting married, if you’re just gonna get divorced?
Tags: alcohol, barbecue, car, Celsius, cursing, divorce, divulge, drive, fahrenheit, female, friends, interesting, invite, male, manual labour, marriage, one night stand, oslo, social status, washing machine, WWI
