We've put another schlager weekend behind us and we're pooped! The show on Friday was, as usual, amazing. We didn't have great seats to see the stage, but The Swede and Jamie and I were right by where the singers walked as they were being ushered from backstage to the green room, so we got to see everybody up close. Poor Jambo was so tired that we had to leave a little early, but I was glad to get home to catch some shut eye before what I knew would be an exhausting weekend.
On Saturday, Jamie and all five of our house guests and I went to the mall and bought presents for the folks from England who had recently had or would soon be having a birthday.
While we were shopping, The Swede took The Brits out onto the ice for some fishing. Go figure. A couple of them had never walked on a frozen lake before and they all loved it, I'm told. Saturday continued with a late lunch at our favorite restaurant (thank you, Mama Swede!!!), followed by a birthday party with cake and presents for the aforementioned visitors. And then, of course, the Melodifestivalen final! It wasn't super rowdy since Mama Swede wasn't as wild about any one artist as she usual is, but it was still a lot of fun. A great song written and performed by an adorable 17-year-old kid won and I think pretty much everyone was satisfied with the result.
Everyone went their separate ways on Sunday, already looking forward to next year.
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