With another foreign couple. Not with each other.
After having frightened this innocent pair of Americans with some emails earlier this week, we have agreed to meet for dinner tonight. Which brings us to the complicated part.
How will we know each other?
They don't know that I blog, so unlike with Kim of Heliotrollop, I can't guide them to the picture where I'm being licked, or caressing my Starbucks latte at Copenhagen airport, or picking my nose in an ambinostrous way, or holding my pants up at a wedding (?), or have my stoopid face on.
All I can do is describe myself and my viking. Especially since I don't feel that I can commit to an outfit already hours before the meeting, as I usually don't commit until I'm in the car and it's no longer possible to change. Unless I bring the other shirt option in the car with me, of course. However, I try to refrain from outfit changes during any event.
Usually, with the help of the potty dance, I also succeed.
To describe us, in an email yesterday, I came up with this:
I am very nordicly blond, with short hair that stands up somewhat alarmingly, and the hubby has a full, reddish viking beard and brown hair. We can't be missed.
Is it just me, or do we sound a tad too hairy to be entirely normal? Like an Aryan electrocution-victim and the Unabomber? And what kind of a message am I sending with we can't be missed anyways? Sounds either deluded, or like we're a couple of circus freaks.
Hmmm
We try so hard to appear normal.
I hope the couple decides to show up.
Have a good weekend everyone and see you on the other side (unless I'm brutally murdered by these people I've never met, which will mean that 'the other side' refers to something much more than Monday.)!
