Saturday. Last full day for most of the Airwaves volunteers. Woke up and did some damage control from the people who went out last night. Went back to sleep. Woke up around 4. No food in the house, and no one to accompany poor old me in shopping. Strap on my pack and hop on my bike. Luckily, the close Bonus is open again. Load up the bacon and honey and apples and milk and processed visceral spread substitute and whatever else these ravenous zombies have been feasting upon, lately. Get some drawing done and generally sequester myself in my room for the rest of the day. People from the north camp returned today, so it was good to see some old faces, most of which I was unable to attach a name. Figured I should go out for everyone's last night. Stomached as much Disorrono left over from last night's dessert as I could, and sneaked out to Zimsen with Jamie and Peter. Beer specials ending at midnight trump waiting around for friends en masse. Had a few beers, discussed the finer points of flatulence and American kickassery. Got a call from Julia saying that the northern lights were out. Being a perfectly clear night, it was not an option to miss the event in the confines of an dead bar. Plus, the beer special was ending. Emptying our glasses, we three headed for the sea coast. Looking up into the sky, we couldn't see anything, and began to think we had missed it. But upon descending the rock retaining wall and losing some of the city glare, we could see faint streaks coming from the eastern horizon. Looked a lot like light pollution from an adjacent town, except the nearest adjacent town in that direction is probably Halifax. Took some long exposures with my temperamental camera, and an amazing green light show left its mark on the CCD. Watched the ribbons slowly ebb and flow until they died out. Headed back to the house in good spirits. Kjartan was off of work and headed to a hip-hop concert down at NASA. Interested in Iceland's take on the genre, so headed with him. Wasn't too into the first act; generic dance music mixed with a crowd much more inebriated than I. Main act was good, though. Bunch of Icelanders singing in Icelandic about Iceland. The sound at first struck me as similar to 1990´s preppy MTV rap attempting to be 'hardcore', but their emotion and stage presence made up for the utter lack of cultural connection. Also, the lyrics seemed decent after Kjartan explained them to me. Was a welcome release to knock around the wasted meathead section of packed crowd that I found myself in the middle of. Headed back toward the house, met up with Matevz, Jamie, Peter, Lucas and others. Somehow quickly lost the others. Ended up at Jacobsen, dancing in the downstairs bar. 'Twas hot as hell down there and after quite the extended bout, we left, quite tired and drenched in sweat. On the way back, took quite a lot of time taking pictures of us jumping over things. Maturity hath no quarter. We talked awhile with a female Icelandic basketball player. Also with random drunkards and some kids that had some moonshine and knowledge of the Philadelphia rap scene. Avoided the water blasts of the street cleaners. Made the final turn into the yard. Convinced the last Beatles-singing drunkard that he did not live with us. Ate some garlic butter toast and made it to bed around 8:30.
