i got rhythm, but the swedes don't

Last week was a busy social week -- it was like my weekend started on Thursday night, with a blind date with a doctor from Hawaii. I was a last minute substitution when my friend's husband had to cancel plans to take the visiting doctor to Broadway. So I got to see The Producers for free, and had a lovely dessert to boot. It went so well, that I got asked out again for Friday night. Where I went to my favorite Sardinian restaurant on the lower East Side, and then to Veniero's (established in the late 1800s, but thankfully, the pastries are not that old). Too bad there's no third date, but I have a place to stay in Hawaii, I think.

So then comes Saturday -- this weekend was gorgeous weather. Much better than being in OK City, which is where Neighborsman and the clan gathered for my cousin's wedding reception. Which reminds me. I went to the actual wedding in Lake Tahoe, which is the most important thing, and yet, I got so much grief for not showing up to the secondary reception. I'd be a rich woman if I could get a nickel for every time someone said, It's too bad you're not coming to the reception. It would've been nice, but I'm glad I missed out on all the tornadoes, torrential rain, etc. Considering how my work week was, it would have been hellish to fly there and back.

So I chilled on Saturday, and then in the evening, met up with my good friend "Blondie" and other classmates for drinks. We tried having a late dinner, and well, it's the first and only time I've ever complained, refused to pay and walk out. The service was atrocious, food was an hour late (for appetizers only), and terrible tasting. And they didn't do anything to apologize, no free dessert. So I quietly said that I was unhappy, and that I didn't think I should pay. Go me!

So that leads me to the last part of the evening, by this point, it's about midnight, and we are at the Int'l Swedes party, being held at Slate-NYC, which is a cool nightclub/poolhall. The music on the main floor is cool, the vibe is relaxed, and then downstairs, where the party is at was great for people watching. And there are two things I learned:

1. Swedish music -- it's not that impressive. I heard a Swedish version of "hey mickey", and of course Abba, Ace of Base, etc. But not terribly original sounding
2. Swedes really don't got much rhythm. It's pretty funny. I saw someone try to do a robot or a wave movement with their arms and it was so herky jerky.