I *heart* Sweden!

I promised Jonathan I would write a blog about this, despite his begging me not to disclose his lameness to the world. :) Last night I went with my good friend Jonathan and his family to a Swedish soup festival. I have obviously never been to one of these before (or known of their existence), but it was fun! When we walked in, the lady who was greeting everyone was like "Someone smells really good!" and looked at me and said "Hey! Who are you? I think it's you." I told her I was a friend of Jonathan's and she asked if she could smell me. I stood there while she smelled me, and it turns out I really do smell good. (Hahaha now I can say I don't fail at life!) We went into the soup festival, and it was full of old people! (Jonathan warned me beforehand of this, don't worry!) We ate bread and cheese and it was amazingly delicious! Mmm. :) Then we went to the plethora of soups, and we both tried this celery potato soup (Not very Swedish, I know), which was actually pretty good. In case you are wondering why we only ate one type of soup, after we had finished with our soup and were going to get more, the old people started a round of singing Swedish songs about spring, and we were slightly terrified to get up. There was this nice old lady sitting next to Jonathan who kept shushing us and butting into our conversations and scooting closer and closer to him. I was convinced she had a tiny crush on him! haha After the singing and a slideshow of this lady's trip to Sweden (I officially want to visit there now... it's amazingly beautiful!), we ate these super delicious pastries. It was sort of a giant cream puff with marzipan in the middle. Mmm. :) When Jonathan's brother, Spencer, tried to steal some of his cream, he covered Spencer's hand in cream, and this was sort of the start of a cream fight (which was kind of immature, but highly entertaining. I'm not judging! :D ) As we were leaving, Jonathan left me alone and his nice old girlfriend came and talked to me. This is, no joke, how our conversation went:

Her: Wow! You're a lot taller than I would've thought.
Me: Yeah...
Her: I mean, you almost look like a normal person when you're sitting down. Most of your height is below your waist huh?
Me: Yeah, I can barely see over the steering wheel, actually. I'm really short on top.
Her. (Feels my hip) Well, I used to teach modeling, and unusual proportions are kind of good.
Me: Uh, thanks...

It was very interesting... and it's nice to know that sometimes I look almost normal. They had a little Swedish store where you could buy food, so I bought some jelly rats (My sister has a particular liking towards rodents of the gummy candy variety), and Jonathan and his dad convinced me to buy this Swedish soda called JulMust. The jelly rats are okay, they really grow on you, and I just tried the soda. I didn't really like it... it kind of tastes like eggnog, except weirder... and soda. On the way home, I was talking about my general fear of hobos (I have good reason to fear them), and Jonathan's baby sister, Lily, joined into our conversation and said "I like hobos! Hobos are silly!" That made me laugh so hard! (Even though it has nothing to do with the Swedish, I thought I'd throw that story in here) So, while the Swedish soup festival was definitely interesting on all grounds, and certainly an unusual way to spend a Saturday night, I really liked it! I had fun, and I love getting new cultural experiences, so that was cool. (Plus, how many people can say they've been to a Swedish soup festival?! :D)

The song of the blog is "When I'm Gone" by Eminem, because it was stuck in my head during the entire festival. This was mostly due to the fact that it has the line "But baby we're in Sweden! How did you get to Sweden?" This is also my favorite Eminem song of all time. (Yes, I have a really intense secret love of Eminem, don't judge me!) Well, I'm off to do my French project, so goodbye for now! <3