They're coming here!

I'd like to have them here tonight already, not on the 18th of November. I need some action now. I also need to get better now.

A friend of mine had a fantastic idea as we were talking on the phone: an indie-beach! No Britney Spears in the loudspeakers. No hooker-look-a-likes around. And awkwardly pale skin (such as mine) wouldn't be a problem. What a silly, corny and absolutely wonderful idea!

So it's 25 degrees outside and my body temperature's 38 degrees. I'm eating ice cream and watching football all alone.

My body is literally a cage today (as it was yesterday, too; Arcade Fire was performing 5 kilometres from my home and I had to stay in bed).

Last night Sini called me names: "You're always such a lady!"
It made me feel quite good. It also reminded me of this masterpiece:

And we accidentally made the whole club sing Happy Birthday and that was great.

And now I'm having a flu which isn't funny because a) I cannot practically speak, b) I cannot go to work to earn money, c) I cannot put the plans I've made into practice, and d) it makes me behave like an idiot.

And - this is official now - I am an idiot. I hope the one I let down today is reading this: I could make a million more of those paper planes to make you happier now.

Another party ahead tonight; a dear friend I've known for years and years is coming of age!
The problem is that I strongly assume that our taste in clubs differs sliiightly too much: club YK would do for me, Butterfly (oh my oh my) wouldn't. Gotta wait and see.

Luckily my day has already been saved: me and my dearest dearest dear had coffee in my grandparents' house and then rode our bikes 17 kilometres back to this city of ours and although I quickly found out that my legs are quite a useless piece of shit these days I enjoyed the adventure freakin' much!

Just read another article about Jack White. Once again I got way too inspired and excited and now I probably want to meet him and ask him to perform "Let's be friends" and to make some music with me. Actually I would very much like to ask him to marry me.

This one's my favourite White Stripes song of all time:

But here's the thing: this morning I woke up so perfectly, entirely, extremely happy that maybe I'd better let the things stay the way they are.
And Mrs Karen Elson White may stay where she is without a worry.

Last night I attended a party at my old classmate's place. It had been ages since I last had fun with him - back in 2007 we used to dance to this:

"This feels like such great regression with you guys around" and I had to agree with that. Except for a few unfamiliar faces nothing much had changed; the sunset above the Kaisaniemi Park was as fascinating as ever, laying down on the most comfortable bed was still strictly forbidden and some vague plans of creating groundbreaking street performance were made. It also turned out that time after time some of us will remain those crazy ones that climb on the rooftops when the 10th floor isn't enough.

Somehow all this made me feel quite secure - it seems that, against all my expectations, the times they aren't a-changin that much. Bizarre.