A while ago, Adam and I were invited to a disco. You know, a real one, with music from big speakers and a big dance floor, not filled with the dressed up kids who also seemed to feel a bit awkward in the dimmed lights.
The event featured Astrid Lindgren music, a Pippi Longstocking acrobat and hogen gas filled balloons.
And on top of that Swedish style Saturday candies.
The timing, 11-2, was more or less like discos for kids who are a decade and a half older than us (who cares about that am vs. pm thing?). As opposed to teenagers, however, we had gruel to help us stay awake after nap time. No RedBulls in sight.
The event featured Astrid Lindgren music, a Pippi Longstocking acrobat and hogen gas filled balloons. 
And on top of that Swedish style Saturday candies. 
The timing, 11-2, was more or less like discos for kids who are a decade and a half older than us (who cares about that am vs. pm thing?). As opposed to teenagers, however, we had gruel to help us stay awake after nap time. No RedBulls in sight. 
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