Sweden, surfing, Sofie (these are unrelated topics)
Last weekend, I went out friday night with the princess, one of my esteemed housemates, and celebrated her birthday. As usual, she spent a short time encouraging me to talk to men, which as always was a spectacular disappointment on her part.
Last week also heralded the return of Sofie, the hot french chick mentioned in my first London posts. She has returned with the following goals in mind, find a a job, find a place to live, find a man. If she finds the correct man, apparently all 3 may be accomplished simultaneously. On the job front, should the basic plan of seeking a millionaire fall through somehow, she has decided to become a stripper. I eagerly await development of this storyline, and will doubtless be fascinated by the results of her first few weeks here.
In other news, I have decided to go to sweden for a week in July, for an adventure, and next monday I am being sent to dublin for work. Oh, and at the end of the month I will be in Lahinch, learning to surf. I am nursing a vague hope that surfing and longboarding will have enough skills in common to prevent me from actually drowning. Is this truly the case? If I cease posting after May 29th, then you will know that the answer is a resounding “no”