This morning my next hostess Siri Holmsen picked me up at Björnars place (as they are friends) and I had breakfast at her place, together with her Flatmate O.J. and their friend Vibeke. And at night I got punched in the face!
Today we tried to be present in the city centre of Oslo as the crown prince Haakon got married today, but the centre was just too crowded.
We decided to just enjoy it from the peaceful living room, while watching it on a muted television and listening to music.
Around two o’clock in the afternoon my hosts were already drinking beer and offered me to drink too. But I was happy with something cold, like coke.
While we watched the wedding ceremony on television, I noticed how unemotional the wedded couple was.
In contrast of weddings I had seen before, there was absolute no sign of any happiness in the faces of the future princess and the crown prince. Their faces were just plastic smiles.
When they both said something like Yoah as an answer to the bishop if they would stay together and the usual blabla until death takes you apart, they stayed static.
I mean, at weddings, and especially in churches it is all about two people getting happily married. But they did not even give each other a kiss, until they walked out of the church at the end of the ceremony.
And of course that became the picture that went around the world in the media.
O.J. prepared spaghetti for dinner as I updated my website on their computer with their cable connection.
After dinner we watched the poor movie Lost In Space on video, for me a great opportunity to relax while the ladies were trying out over ten different outfits to wear tonight. Women!
Around 10.30 pm we headed out into town, as a friend of Siri is a taxi driver and gave us a free ride. It still was busy in the centre of Oslo, a lot of people who tried to catch a glimp of the wedding couple were now all on the streets for a night out.
Siri, O.J. and Vibeke took me to Tors Hammer, a bar dancing where dance music was played and people slowly got in more and more until it got pretty crowded and hot.
We had a good time, I drunk only a few beers and enjoyed the atmosphere as dance classics, modern trance and rock and roll passed through the night.
At 12pm fireworks were lit at the Oslo harbour, lighting up the sky with a lot of light. And all to celebrate the Royal Wedding of today.
Siri and I watched it on the streets and it was very enjoying and big. At certain times there was firework all over the sky, even lit from high points in the city. The streets of Oslo even got foggy. After the fun everybody on the streets got back into the pubs and discos.
It was about 1 o’clock when I got enough of a guy who was constantly trying to get his hands on Siri and Vibeke or any other woman that passed.
While he talked to Siri, he accidentally burned Vibeke’s hand with his cigarette, causing her to throw over a glass of beer. All over her. He saw it happen with his drunk eyes, but he just didn’t care, he was only thinking about one thing this night.
But he kept coming back and this time I joined in and told him to back off, move! and don’t bother us anymore.
But he just annoyed the girls who were pushing him away.
I tapped him on his shoulder to get his attention and looked in his eyes. “Now f*** off! You are a pain in the ass here!”
The guy let Vibeke go and had his fist land in my face.
I did not expect that and when I realized I was hit, I became furious. I mean I was pissed and not just a little bit; this time somebody went to far and I was *********!!!
I was ready to give him my portion of growing anger, but this guy was very lucky as a big security guy had already pulled the guy on the floor and almost choked him to get still.
I almost wanted to jump on him and give him my payback, but the guard waved at me not to do that.
I think that was a good idea, because I did not want to get into a fight with the guard and the guy and I knew he was going to be kicked out of this club anyway.
I felt my nose and noticed my face was wet. Blood was gushing out of my nose in high speed. As I saw how the guy who did that to me was dragged through the audience to the nearest exit, I was taken care of by concerned bartenders.
They took me to the kitchen and gave me enough paper towels to survive for a year and to stop the bleeding of my nose.
It was another experience during my journey, to have a fist planted in my face by a drunk guy who harassed the ladies.
I calmed down, as the kitchen people helped me out with cold water and a glass of vodka with ice.
Just ten minutes later I got back to our table and enjoyed the party again. The bleeding had stopped, the guy was kicked out and everybody was overconcerned about me.
“I am sorry, I never wanted something this to happen with you,” O.J. told me. My only possible answer was “Shit happens and life goes on.”
The guy only hit me between my lips and my nose, causing no big harm on the surface of my face. Something feels swollen, but it won’t be that much of a deal.
And now you know I just don’t like to be drunk or meet terrible drunk people. Drunk people can be sleepy quiet or too present and talk out very loud. Or even show their real aggressive personality.
As the pub closed at 3 am, we got out at 2.30, after enjoying a few more beers. At the exit I had to thank the guard who helped me out.
We got a taxi back home and I got a very long sleep.
What a night!
Good night Oslo!
Ramon.
