When I woke up today it was suddenly Monday and a new week had broken out. Which means a weekend just ended. And this particular weekend was actually one of the better I’ve had in a while. Dinner and wine on Friday, slept long both on Saturday and Sunday, met with Kine on Saturday, and Cathrine on Sunday. The weekend was quiet, yet very eventful. Suits me just fine.
Kine was visiting her boyfriend in Asker, about twenty minutes by train from Oslo. Saturday afternoon she met me for a quick coffee before she left to pick him up at work. He’s a friend of her brother, and they met some time during the summer. They’d probably met before, but, you know, it was summer, Amour was firing his arrows at random and one thing led to another. She told me his name, and I couldn’t help myself and started to dig for information with a little help from our old friend Google. Unfortunately, his name is one of those ordinary ones, and you’ll probably find 10.000 people with the same name in Norway. I found it in reference to an article in an online newspaper with the heading “Sexually frustrated, murderous giraffe on the loose”, but I don’t think it was the same guy.
With the exception of a short chat at Ola‘s birthday party I haven’t really had a conversation with Cathrine since we left Brazil one and a half years ago. It’s a shame, really, she’s a nice girl who I enjoy spending time with. There’ll hopefully be a re-run of yesterday in the near future.
I’ve read through this entry five times now, but you can probably find some errors.