Swedish Food

So where was I last night?
I was at the Stockholm city hall.
Isn't that where they award the Nobel prize?
Well, actually it is.
And why was I there last night?
Every year the Stockholm city hall holds a big dinner for all the exchange students in Stockholm...there are a bunch of us because Stockholm is a popular place because school is free. Anyway, the building is beautiful brick both inside and out, and it sits right on the baltic sea, whioch had a rather ominous haze over it, creating a beautiful yet haunting scene of the Stockholm night sky and cityscape. ANyway, all the myths about Swedish food being disgusting are simply untrue. There was salmon, roast beef, some kinda potato stuff, pasta salad, cheese, bread, mini bratwursts, and lots of other delicious foods. But the most amazing part of the entire night was the little plastic things in a basket on the table. I kid you not, you might want to sit down for this, it was a wine holder that clipped to your plate so you could stand and eat and not have to worry about holding your wine (which according to the french was crap) I am inclined to agree, because it was very, very dry, but no matter, it was free, so indulge. Needless to say, we stuffed ourselves. And then we went to the University of Stockholm for a party. On the way there, about a hundred of us walked past a parked VW jetta I think (perhaps all jetta drivers are jerks) anyway, we had all been drinking, and long story short, I touched the car kinda like a rail to kinda gather my balance, and whatever else. The important part is, I didn't kick it, I didn't punch it, I simply rested my hand on it as we walked past, its a bad habit I guess. So the car honks, and this punky looking guy gets out of it, runs up to me, and starts yelling at me about his car, and how if it was damaged I was going to pay for it. I threw my hands up and said whoa man, I don't wanna fight, I'm sorry I touched your car, I assure you it was not damaged. So finally this kid retreats back into his car. A couple of people assured me that everyone is not like that, he was just being "cool." But I learned that perhaps I shouldn't touch cars at all costs. So that was the closest I have come to getting into a fight. But there is no need to worry about fighting here, becuase number one, Swedes are kinda wimps, maybe not the ones who work up north, or down south, but the punk teenagers in the city are wimps...if its a fin, give em what they want because they'll kick your butt, but Swedes talk a big game, but are not so tough (I get this information on high authority from a Swedish friend of mine). Plus they are really skinny, and dress like the goth kids in teenage sex comedies. But most importantly, you're not allowed to have weapons in Sweden, so you won't get stabbed or shot, just maybe a black eye. Punk kids!!! This documents the second night where some punk Swedish kid has tried to ruin a night of fun by starting a fight. Anyway, after kinda talkin' for a while, I figured I better get home and finish my paper. So I did. And here I am....YAY!!!