I will start by being perfectly honest. I went to Stockholm to go to the clubs. Before this little getaway I had never been to a club before, because in the USA you have to be over 21, and I am a mere 19 years of age. Also I have heard that Europe tends to have some of the best clubs in the world, Stockholm in particular, so I focused my money and energy on that. Just to see! Anyway I don't have many pictures from the clubs anyway, but whatevs. First the sights!
I found this statue in Old Town Stokcholm. It is a fox wearing a cloak. I like it.
These lions were all over the city, or at least where I went. Someone painted blood on this one.
This was a touristy part of old town. I have never seen so much viking stuff before!!
This guy is a badass viking. That's what it said on his little plate thing.
A beautiful church in old town. There was a big choir event going on to the side of it, as you can see. They sound as beautiful as the church.
This is a view of the water, and some dramatic clouds above. At that little shelf thing at the bottom of the picture,you can go dip your legs into the water. Very cool.
This is me in front of statue in front of some kind of music or opera house. I went and saw Bruno instead of opera. I'm so bad! Haha.
Pretty steeple.
Swedish countryside from the train window.
Some people from the hostel and I went to Chaplin's Bar, a lounge/nightclub/karaoke bar. I had a very good time (so did the people behind me, evidently), and I met some uh...interesting people. Okay so I have never gotten a lot of attention from men (who weren't my boyfriend, anyway), particularly in the last few years. Evidently going to a club means you are inviting dudes to come talk to you. Among my suitors for the evening was a Swedish guy with a shaved head and a tight white long sleeve thermal. He had someone come get me to talk to him (because we are in 4th grade, evidently), and proceeded to hit on me with full force. By repeatedly insulting America and yelling the N-word out loud. And then offering me drugs. I got out of there like a bat out of hell. And those are just the bare details.Fortunately I got to sing Mamma Mia on the karaoke machine, so the night wasn't an entire loss. There is a picture but it isn't very good, so you don't get to see it. Unless you reeeeally want to.
The next night I went to Cafe Opera, a much more popular (and expensive) nightclub frequented by all the best, including celebrities. Here I was hit on by a much classier set of clientele, or at least by people who didn't immediately shout racial epitaphs and insult my home. At one point a French guy tried to kiss me, so I ran away, ignoring all my insticts to punch him in the face. I have never had the opportunity to hit someone, and I feel badly that I let this one pass me by.At the end of the night I was hit on ( I assume) by a very cute, nice Swedish guy. I wanted to bring him home for my friend Shawna, because she likes blonde, blue-eyed beauties. Even though I didn't partake in the "social events" of the evening, I still had fun enjoying the music. Club music rocks, and is so fun to dance to.
Unforunately I didn't get any pictures of myself at this particular club, but I had a good time and I would go back there again. But this is part of the lounge section, and the other picture is of the beautiful ceiling. My club experience was unique and verged into the scientific realm, and I just have to say I don't understand human mating rituals at all. After dancing with some girlfriends from the hostel for a while, I got tired and sat back and conducted some animal behavior field observations. It was interesting watching men and women play The Game, attempting to pick one another up for one night stands and such. It is a very good thing I am not single, because I am completely oblivious to the comings on of men. Perhaps because since I was 15, I have had no need or inclination to learn such rituals, but really it just all seems so...frustrating. I can't think of the best word for what I feel. Well I won't worry about it anymore, because it doesn't concern me. But for an outsider, it was very fun to watch.Stockholm is a beautiful, lively city full of interesting people, good and bad. Even though I was kind of an awful tourist, I did manage to get a Swedish Meatball sandwich, and I saw an IKEA from the train window. I may go back there again, since it is so accessible from here, to do some of the touristy stuff, and maybe eat a little reindeer, a national specialty. I learned that I may not be as suited for the clubs as I previously thought, considering how little I drink and my significant interest in fidelity, but I did also have a great deal of fun. I met a great, international group of people at the hostel, and got to dance to Lady Gaga. I am satisfied.
