auld lang syne - billy joel

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup of kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!

And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,
And surely I'll be mine,
And we'll take a cup o kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!

We twa have run about the braes,
And pou'd the gowans fine,
But we've wander'd monie a weary fit,
Sin auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl'd in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin auld lang syne.

And there's a hand my trusty fiere,
And gie's a hand o thine,
And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught,
For auld lang syne


Auld lang syne... ain't it wonderful? An old Scottish hymn that's usually played and sung on New Years Eve, the last day of the year. Auld lang syne is, logically, scottish and means "times gone by". It's a song about old friendship and times lost, a song that longs to unite the past and the present. It's also a very beautiful hymn, if anyone would ask me which noone ever does of course, so it's no real point in pointing that out.

We've now entered another year, the year of 2007 Anno Domini, after the birth of the Christ. December is a wonderful month, with first Christmas-celebrations and then New Years', although my last New Years Eves haven't been too cheerful or fun in any way. The last two has been spent alone in front of the computer, and the one before that with me cousins in front of the gaming-console. Yay, hooray and Messiah-knows-what. This time it would be different though, since I was going to meet up with the others at Alex place!

Our plans of a celebrtion of the end of the old year and the beginning of the new were close to fall before the finish line though, since Alex got I'll this Saturday. Which equals: not good of course, since we were going to be at her place. And also, noone is left behind.

However, the gods had mercy and made her at least somewhat healthy 'til New Years Eve yesterday, Sunday. So p'haps that not too serious praying I did to a bunch of Hindi and Aztek-gods worked. Who knows? Noone, and it's probably for the better in that way. Don't mess with the upper Ones.

Well, we met at Alex' palce around 14:00, and since we were early me father drove me and the family for a smaller sightseeing around Lund, through Professorsstaden, LTH, etc. ANd then he dropped me off at Alex' place.

When all of the others had arrived, except for Harald and Vix that would come around 19:00, we started with cooking the food for the evening: Potatoes au gratine and chicken. SInce the potatoes were already finished, we just had to fix chicken, and also shrimp-sandwiches for starters. This was made without anyone getting hurt or even being close to losing any limbs, which of course is good and from my experience quite rare.

After finishing cooking me and David were literally kicked out, since the girls now were going to get ready for the evening. Make-up, hairdo, dresses, Antichrist-knows-what. So we were sent to Fäladstorget to get milk and more crisps and stuff for the evening. Somehow we managed to get lost (not really, we had a slight idea where we were) and it eventually turned out that the road we took was averagely 10 times longer than the shortest way. Now that's stupid.

The stupider it got, when it turned out that both ICA and Coop were closed. First we stood there like question marks, and then David showed a flash of the IB-spirit:
David: Ah! It's New Years Eve today, that's why.
Snugglie: Noooooooooo?

They were closed however, so we went to some weird videostore there instead, which was owned by an arabic guy that looked like he was called Hassan. Thereby, I named him Hassan and the store Hassan's Livs, all in the glorious name of exploration and colonization.

We found our way back to Alex place without getting lost or walking unnecessarily long roads to get there. Our mission now, while the girls still were getting ready, we, the men but also the fanatical candy eaters, were supposed to do chocolate pudding. Somehow we actually managed to pull it off without killing ourselves or anyone else for that part, and it later turned out that it was eatable too. That's comforting, and shows that we aren't totally useless.

The girls still weren't ready, so we watched TV. It turned out that it was a hockey-game in the Junior World Championships between Sweden and USA, something we tried to find (it was on SVT24) but we were via phone ordered to stop messing with the controllers and so we had to be happy with SVT1, SVT2, TV4, DR1 and DR2. So we watched half of Rain Man and a major part of the Danish queen's New Years Eve-speech.

And then, two hours after they kicked us out from the house, the girls were ready. So they called us, and had us walk up to Alex' room and close the door so that we could change. In the mean time, the girls hid in the bathroom so that we wouldn't see them. There are probably things in the archives of SÄPO that's got less security around them.

After 10-15 minutes the girls started shouting from downstairs that we should hurry up. See the paradox? Well, if you're a man you can understand that we just shook our head at this. Anyhow, we were finished in about 20 minute (one sixth of the time the girls took) and got down. I've got to give an homage to the girls, they looked really beautiful. Guess those two hours made the result. At this time Vix and Harald had come too, and so we started eating.

We had the starters first. I hope everyone understood that before I told you, otherwise I'm afraid I'll get a bit worried. Drink for this was Pommac, and we had Harald opening it and being the waiter. More or less immediately after finishing eating we turned on the telly in order to watch Blackadder: Back & Forth, high-class British humour. Then we had a small time of catching our breath, and then it was once again time to eat.

The potatoes and the chicken were good, and so was the Peach champagne that was served, once again with Harald as opener and waiter. After finishing eating, although that took a while, the camera awakened and loads of pictures were taken. Group pictures, portrait pictures, totally random pictures, and almost every picture involving some weird detail. If not the face expression of David or the impossible-to-catch-serious-with-a-camera Harald, it was probably me drinking. It seemed to be a lot of pictures with me drinking, or at least looking as the retarded hillbilly cousin with potential drinking and gambling problems. Very well:

Next telly-stop was Grevinnan och betjänten, the typical Sweidsh New Years Eve-traditional. Not funnier nor less funny than any other year, I dare to claim! When this short TV-happening was over we ate the dessert, chocolate pudding. And noone died or got any emergency symptoms of food posioning, which is a good review! And when having eaten a lot, more was to come because now the candy was brought forward, mostly chocolate if I remember it correctly. I didn't eat any though, by the simple and pure reason that I felt like an overloaded barrel of beer, soon to burst.

After a seemingly long while of eating, talking about different things and discussing the sad fact that Vix and Harald couldnt stay the night, Emma's mom Cathy arrived with the fireworks. She had also brought Emma's brother, Akiva, that seemed to like those fireworks an awful lot. Harald also liked fireworks, and had brought a few of his own: on of these accidently went t'wards Alex house, which provided some excitement for the evening! Vix and Harald left with a taxicab at averagely 23:40, sadly.

New Years Eve is supposed to be when the sky is coloured in all those shades that can't be found in a for three seasons totally gray country, today however, it was so cloudy that we only could see our own fireworks and the ones in the surrounding blocks. Which was enough I guess, it looked nice. On this point the manic parts of Ystad were I live actually beats the big city of Lund: In Ystad they start at 20:30 and keep on 'til 01:00, no exceptions. And it is a lot.

But alas, still: What is the better? To watch not all too many fireworks with friends of yours, or wandering around in Ystad as the only sober person and watching almost stupidly many explosives? I won't give you the answer, try making an opinion of your one. Everything in live ain't, after all, about blowing stuff up.

Midnight got closer by the second (of course, since time works in Lund in the same way as the rest of the world and is adjusted after Greenwich Mean Time +1 just like the rest of Sweden) and we got the drink that we saved for 00:00: The strawberry wine. Incredibly sweet, but still very good. And with that our year of 2007 started. Before walking in again we blew up some sort of wooden box full with different rockets. Not sure if the box ought to catch fire though...

When Cathy and Akiva then went, home the remaining six of us started with a smaller movie festival, starting with Phantom of the Opera, based on Andrew Lloyd Webber's Broadway version. Very good movie, and I stated somewhere in my mind that this kind of stories ain't made anymore. It was a masterpiece in the moment it was written, and still remains.

After watching the fate of the tragic demon that terrorized the operahouse in Paris, we changed subject from tragic to even more tragic: Titanic, 11 Oscars and a water-combed Leonardo di Caprio in the leading role. There are things with that movie that doesn't work for my sometimes too critic sense of mind. That love story between rich girl/poor boy is nothing I fall for, nor get touched of.

And now you, my readers, state that I am a loon! How can one not get touched by Titanic? Well, I do get that, but not by a Hollywoodisch love-story. No:
A woman singing her children to sleep with a tale of the land of eternal youth and beauty. An old couple that know there time is over, and that lies in a bed close to eachother just waiting for the end. A preacher, giving the words of his Lord in order to give people some last hope of salvation before they're drawn down into the freezing ocean. A father, leaving his daughter in a lifeboat with the words "It's only a short good-bye, luv." Those are things that makes me cry.

And then after finishing Titanic we sat there in couches and chairs, me, David, Alex, Emma, Ems and Mengan. Everybody being quite tired, and thereby deciding that we stay where we are to sleep. One by one we fell asleep, except for me at least since I didn't really sleep anything. No, when the sun started its fight against the clouds I sat my look towards the horizon. A new year is awaiting, a new year where everything is possible. A year where I don't start as the underdog. Another year with my friends.

Happy new year, and cheers of course!

2 kommentar(er).:

Ems said...

Wow long entry :P
Ah okay that is what the song is about... I didn't really think about asking since I was still sorta halfasleep when you told me it :P
Hehe well must say I love your happy writing today :D Made me all happy wiee (well I already was but it made me EVEN happier :D).
Yesterday/today was really fun and one of the best New Years ever :)
I am sure this year will be geat, how can it not with you guys, the tentacles, around?
so HAPPY NEW YEAR! again :D :D

Alex said...

HAPPY NEW YEAR! Wheeee! It was so great! Hahahahaha, you had to watch the Danish queen's new years speech? Oh gosh...! We had a lot of fun getting ready though =P But you guys seemed to as well... =P And watching movies and everything was great as well =D WHIIIIE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!

 

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