Hooking up with the past
Yesterday evening and today I was home alone. Yesterday, because Sara slept at her sisters place, because she had to get up really early for a food event in Herning and her sister agreed to take care of Frej. Today, because I was supposed to be in school while Sara's sister took care of the little dude. I wasn't though, but I was kicked out of my flat at 9 because handymen invaded me to lay a new floor and to make room for our new fridge.
I just wandered the streets aimlessly today until 4 o' clock when I picked up Frej and was to meet my old friend Mette at a coffee place.
Mette was/is Simari's best friend. It wasn't because of her, Simari, that I wanted to meet up with her, but because Mette and I are still friends but hadn't seen eachother in years. Okay, that's not completely true, I met her a few months ago at a street festival, but then only briefly because I was down there with Sara and Frej, so we didn't really get to talk a lot about anything.
Today, however we did have a nice chat, even though Frej did his best to sabotage it with his usual adorable demeanor. He loves strangers, and especially women. I couldn't help but think, when I was at the café and Mette hadn't arrived yet, that all the girls who showed him attention would be easily picked up if I had wanted to.
I didn't, of course, since I am with Sara, but I was just thinking about it and it made me feel good.
Anyway, it was kinda weird seeing Mette. She used to be Kalles girlfriend, and even though it is years ago that Kalle, Mette, me and Simari where going out, it sorta felt sad. I couldn't quite put my finger on it though, it was just an odd feeling of having moved on, for all of us, I guess.
Mette is an animator, she used to work in Paris, but she got sick of the 11 hour workdays and now she works on a small studio in Århus that make gangster animation films. She's been fired though and she dumped her boyfriend and has no place to live ... sounds like a lot of fun if you ask me.
She was considering moving out of the country again, just for the hell of it and because, as she said: "I still have a few wild years in me before settling down."
She loved Frej though and said that he suited me.
He does suit me, the little fucker. I love him so much. It was awesome being just him and me today.
When Mette and I left the café I still had like an hour to kill before my bus home, so I just wandered about the city with him in his trolley. We shared a cheeseburger (shyyy don't tell his mommy) but other than that we just walked around and looked at the dead monday night of Århus. I know it sounds stupid and boring, but even though it was minus 5 it was just awesome.
When we got home he'd fallen asleep, but he awoke when I took off his jacket and hood. Then we had a little supper (he hadn't really eaten a whole lot) and shared a drinking yoghurt. I put him to bed just now and sang a couple of songs for him and he is sound asleep while I write this.
It's fucking crazy. Mette called back all these great memories in me of that life which has been completely swallowed up by the past. A life of reckelsness and drinking and fucking and cheating and being a bastard, and now I am taking care of another human being.
It's fucking strange sometimes, how things turn out.
Ah well, as Mette said, it suits me, being a dad ... but fuck, I miss the wild times. Maybe I too have a few wild years in me before completely succumbing to boring stupor.
I just wandered the streets aimlessly today until 4 o' clock when I picked up Frej and was to meet my old friend Mette at a coffee place.
Mette was/is Simari's best friend. It wasn't because of her, Simari, that I wanted to meet up with her, but because Mette and I are still friends but hadn't seen eachother in years. Okay, that's not completely true, I met her a few months ago at a street festival, but then only briefly because I was down there with Sara and Frej, so we didn't really get to talk a lot about anything.
Today, however we did have a nice chat, even though Frej did his best to sabotage it with his usual adorable demeanor. He loves strangers, and especially women. I couldn't help but think, when I was at the café and Mette hadn't arrived yet, that all the girls who showed him attention would be easily picked up if I had wanted to.
I didn't, of course, since I am with Sara, but I was just thinking about it and it made me feel good.
Anyway, it was kinda weird seeing Mette. She used to be Kalles girlfriend, and even though it is years ago that Kalle, Mette, me and Simari where going out, it sorta felt sad. I couldn't quite put my finger on it though, it was just an odd feeling of having moved on, for all of us, I guess.
Mette is an animator, she used to work in Paris, but she got sick of the 11 hour workdays and now she works on a small studio in Århus that make gangster animation films. She's been fired though and she dumped her boyfriend and has no place to live ... sounds like a lot of fun if you ask me.
She was considering moving out of the country again, just for the hell of it and because, as she said: "I still have a few wild years in me before settling down."
She loved Frej though and said that he suited me.
He does suit me, the little fucker. I love him so much. It was awesome being just him and me today.
When Mette and I left the café I still had like an hour to kill before my bus home, so I just wandered about the city with him in his trolley. We shared a cheeseburger (shyyy don't tell his mommy) but other than that we just walked around and looked at the dead monday night of Århus. I know it sounds stupid and boring, but even though it was minus 5 it was just awesome.
When we got home he'd fallen asleep, but he awoke when I took off his jacket and hood. Then we had a little supper (he hadn't really eaten a whole lot) and shared a drinking yoghurt. I put him to bed just now and sang a couple of songs for him and he is sound asleep while I write this.
It's fucking crazy. Mette called back all these great memories in me of that life which has been completely swallowed up by the past. A life of reckelsness and drinking and fucking and cheating and being a bastard, and now I am taking care of another human being.
It's fucking strange sometimes, how things turn out.
Ah well, as Mette said, it suits me, being a dad ... but fuck, I miss the wild times. Maybe I too have a few wild years in me before completely succumbing to boring stupor.