2008

So I wanted to post something that sums up ’08 – It’s been one of the most crazy years of my life. It does in no way beat ’07, when I went on the ship, but have surpassed it by miles and miles when it comes to drama, passion, missing friends – and loving them so much that you just have to go see them even though they are 2000 miles away. I wasn't sure if I should make a “lessons learned” thing, or just a list of happenings… But I guess the lessons learned list would become quite short, limited to “Do not mess with crazy Ex’es, mafia, and your friends new hair cut.”
Also, “never trust anybody” could be added as an unofficial item. My mother would kill me if she knew I wrote that one down. She is still trying to convince me that we live under rainbows and sparkling stars, and there is nothing in the world that is worth worrying about. She’s in DENIAL. Worrying is my hobby. It’s just straight out mean to take that away from a girl.

Well, here goes – The Annual Summary of the life of V - anno 2008:

K & V + Vegas/LA = Raging madness:
Jack n’ coke, back seat, Money, drinks, gambling, OD’ing on redbull, talking, bathroom sex, Angels and Airwaves. Who the fuck is Timothy Brown, and why is he in our room? freaking out in dodgy diner. Bob with the brown Fedora. Doing 200 km/h on the freeway singing "Let it be". Carrol ave, Diagnose: Agnestic Anxiety, rain, Pink’s, take-away, Emerson TV, The Shys, Sunset, FIRST visit to Wallgreens. Two girls in a Volvo, Rowley, Ralphgang,Otis,crosseyed madness. Baaaaaaby....Pacific palisades, San Clemente, never getting lost. Leaving before things even begun. LOVE?

Barcelona:
Rum n’ coke, coke, hotel rooms, finding my new life – Wayne and Huss. A New Barcelona, parties, contemporary dance performances, painting, raving, hookah nights, late nights and early morning s on the beach, gays, bis, straights, growing flowers and weed ? Muslims, Catholics, Turks, Scandinavians and Spaniards. The whole world in our living room. AIR.

Back to the (mental) State of Raging Madness:
Landing in Hell, NJ, K & Panda to the rescue. Loving PA, reunited & in need of venting. New Hope vintage shopping, random adventures in Philly, Trocadero, drunken train rides, Philly Cheese steak. Kitchen floor conversations trying to figure things out – or at least just sharing tons of frustration. My American mom. RELIEF.

Wing Fling:
NC, 4 flights down, 3 to go. Beach house, Willmington, Ashley & David 4 ever. Immense amounts of beer. The concept of breakfeast beers, Rvca, Rockstars, and good people. They DO exist! Chicken wings, BBQ’s, Chug!!! FUN.

NYC:
Dad’s ex girlfriends husbands flat. Upper East side, Park & 94th. ALL to ourself. St patricks day,green beer, firefighters, afterparty in Brooklyn? Walking walking walking, 3hr bus ride, just taking it in. Sleeping in and Looooong breakfasts . getting ready for the real life again. UNCERTAINTY.

Summer:
C off to Afganistan on my B-day. Scared. Hopefully not Scarred. Moving to the summer house, sailing, boating, meeting up with childhood friends. Bonfires, rosè wine at 2 pm-6am. Loooong dinners, huge table, BBQ. Festivals, rain, live music, filling my heart. JOY.

London:
Best friends ever, like we never separated. Cadogan square, Lynds, Lunch at Harrods. Shopping, porn stars, Roof Gardens. Champagne brunch in Hyde park – great nights of clubbing, Higlight: just chilling and catching up on everyones lives. Reading – My Indian family. Realizing I’m a white girl? Reggae nights, puff-puff and Ali G. FAMILY.

Oktoberfest in Munich
Beer. BEER. BEER!!! Wearing my dirndl, hating on the giant pretzels for filling up where there was supposed to be beer. Singing, screaming, riding rollercoasters drunk. Reuniting with the TSS family, drinking more beer. Beer. And Beer. ALL SMILES.

Oslo?
Back to the cradle, girls night out, pre-parties, after parties, parties. Not seeing my flat from Thursday to Sunday every weekend. Trying to do some major self-help – 3 weeks without alcohol. Boring. Working 9-5, needmoney MONEY money to head out again. Hanging out with Granpa – trying to fix broken family. Dating again? Yes, no, hmmm… I’m still messed up. FIX ME.