Jul 10 2006

A “grilling” weekend in more ways than one…

We’ll, we survived another in-law invasion…this time it was Dr. Darling’s Dad and his partner Christina who checked into The Penthouse – Nordic.  We’ve stayed at their home in Falkenberg numerous times so it was nice to finally be able to return the hospitality.

But the short visit was not without its moments of tension…mostly between the Swede and myself because we didn’t anticipate how dead set they would be on BBQ-ing at the beach.  Of course the REAL fault lies with the meteorologists who all week had been predicting rain for Friday.  Armed with this information and that fact that we’d been avoiding the kitchen all week and therefore had no food in the house anyway, we made plans to take them out to our favorite Indian restaurant on Lillatorget.

And then the sun came out in the early afternoon while I was still at work, and according to Dr. Darling there was just no talking them out of a cookout…which actually would not have been a problem at all if we’d been the least bit prepared for it.  But we weren’t, and I ended up at my office later than planned…which didn’t even matter much considering they were still at the grocery store when I got home at 6 p.m.

So Dr. D and I are frantically marinating meat and slicing vegetables and sniping at each other under our breath ("Did you tell them how good the Indian restaurant is?  Did you mention that there was outdoor seating?  And they know it would be our treat, right?" ) while her Dad is in the diningroom assembling the portable grill we bought in the spring but hadn’t used yet. And at some point during the chaos they had evidently decided we should bike out to the picnic spot in the Western Harbor so that we could all partake of the wine they brought with them.

It was a nice thought, but added a whole ‘nother layer of complications to the outing…and by now either Dr. Darling or myself would have been more than happy to forego the alcohol for the convenience of loading everything into the trunk of their car.  Instead we had to dig several panniers out of the storage closet and haul our touring bikes up from the basement so that everyone would have something to ride, but by some miracle we managed to get out to the Western Harbor just before 8 p.m. 

In the end it turned out to be a lovely evening by the water…especially after a few glasses of the wine we’d earned for the effort.  The rain held off until Saturday morning just as we were embarking on Christina’s much anticipated downtown shopping excusion.  But that’s one of the things I admire most about Swedes…they don’t let bad weather keep them from their plans, and I ended up with a new pair of sandals for going with the flow.

They left around 3:30 p.m., just in time for us to start getting ready to go to another BBQ…though this one required far less prep since we weren’t hosting it.  (Thank God.) It was in Arlöv (a little village just outside of Malmö) at the home of some good friends of my pal Nicole and her Swede.  Nicci has long believed that Dr. D and I would really hit it off with this couple and vice-versa, and while we’d met once before at a crowded pub night, this would really be the first chance we’d had to spend any quality time with them.

Well, Nicci’s instincts were right on the money.  We had a wonderful time talking and laughing and drinking and eating and drinking (pretty much in that order) and didn’t leave until nearly 3:30 a.m. , so we got to watch the sun start to come up as we pedalled back to Malmö.  But evidently I’m too old to stay out that late because I spent all day Sunday recovering.  (I have no idea what Dr. Darling’s excuse is…but she was just as wiped out as I was.)

Seriously.  We talked about doing several different things with the one and only afternoon we’d had to ourselves all week, but in the end just couldn’t muster up the energy to do anything but watch old movies and nap. (I was too tired to even write up an account of the weekend…which is why this post is backdated.)  How boring are we?!  When you think about it, it’s really quite a miracle that our social calendar is so full so often.

Feed my ego!

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