Roam if you want to, Roam around the world!

Siryn's got a blabber mouth. I was keeping it for a surprise.

As if I don't know who all my readers are.

All three of you.

I love you all, my devoted fans.

I've mentioned Utopia before. I've met a lot of good people there, and I've become very close to a good number of them. The great thing is, a large portion of those people live in Sweden. Even better fortune, one of the other ones I'm really close with [looks at Siryn] has a certain boyfriend who is among these people.

All of them will be together in July.

And I will be joining them as well.

WOOT?!?!

I just booked my airfare.

I leave on Friday, July 1 at 5:20 PM from Newark International Airport, landing in Stockholm at 7:05 AM on July 2. 7 hours, 45 minutes in flight.

In coach.

Against the window.

Good thing I can sleep through anything.

I'll be gone from July 1, returning home on July 11. The time in between shall be a drunken debacle of friends. What better way to spend a vacation?

I've decided to see the world since I got seperated last year. In that time, I've been to Vegas, Cancun (see my post a few days ago) and now Sweden. I go my the name Elmo on Utopia, so, this has come to be known as the Elmo World Tour.

Rock on Peoria! We love you!

My itinerary for now is (subject to expansion):

• Touch down in Stockholm.


• Meet Torak on the train to Linköping.


• Join up with Siryn, Shrike and Fieldstar in Linköping.


• Party for several days. Go shopping with Siryn. Weird out the mundanes*.


• Everyone gets on the train to Sundsvall.


• Rock on at the Sundsvall Street Festival.


• Continue to rock out.


• Scrape off the vomit and rock out some more.


• Go out for dinner with everyone to Casino Cosmopol (Torak works there).


• Rock out some more.
  
• Eventually find my way back to the train station to head back to Stockholm.


• Fly home.


• Sleep for a day.


• Go back to work and lie about my trip.

*As I've never tried to weird out the mundanes in Europe, or, specifically, members of a liberal culture like that found in Sweden, this should be interesting. I'm thinking a wig and corset with no-ass pants.

Good itinerary, ain't it? If I can, I'm going to squeeze in a little more "rocking out". It's all dependant on if I can fit it in between my drunken stupors. Perhaps I'll just need to do both at the same time.

I know.

It sounds impossible.

Drinking and rocking out in tandem. In the name of science, I will attempt this feat, and I may even document it photographically. Count on it in the written form, though. If I can recall it. Funny thing with alcohol.

Oh, and Torak - if the absinthe kills me, I'm going to take you with me.