70, 76, 91, 99 😁
70: Have you ever pole danced?
Yes! When i am drunk I love to pole dance lol. I pole danced the other day. But I better not do it sober, hah!
76: Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t?
Hmmm, good one. Yes, I was very against drugs when I was a teen. And I am still not a big fan or a regular user but I have tried this and that and… it can be fun. If you don’t do it too often and are very mindful about it.
91: Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?
That has never happened to me! On the one hand I think that only kinda happened to the popular girls (for some reason in my mind only people in high school push each others in pools) and on the other hand I was threatening enough to convince others I’d beat them up if they ever tried. These days people always have their phones with them, so I don’t think it happens that often anymore.
99 Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real?
In 2012 I traveled through Ireland with 3 of my friends. We stayed in a hostel in Galway called Nimos, and it seemed convenient since it was very cheep and close to the city center. When we got there, however, the first signs of why it was so cheep were, literally, on the wall.
Large cracks in the plaster ran up from the ground all the way to the roof, and we would later find a colorful and shapely mold in the walls. It gave a penetrating smell I will never forget. We rang the doorbell, and the owner of the property opened the creaking door after a few moments.
‘Helleeeeew?’ He said, voice like that of an old wizzard. I forgot his name, but he looked like Billy Conolly, with a flat cap on fuzzy grey hair. His back was a little bent, but he jumped up the stairs and talked and talked as if he wasn’t as old as he looked. He kept laughing at his own jokes. There were mattresses stacked everywhere, and my friend and I noticed the mold, but we were very young and didn’t think we could say anything. Irish Billy Conolly instructed us to grab a mattress and carry it upstairs to the second floor, where the bunkbeds were.
The bunks were wobbly wooden frames stacked on top of each other and clumsily fastened with nails that someone (Billy) had thumped in willy-nilly. No one thought it a good idea to take a top bunk. That night we scared ourselves every time we turned, because the beds would rock from side to side, and we were deadly afraid to be crushed by a loose upper bunk.
We wanted to get some food and sat at a burger restaurant, but on the screen they showed the bombing of the parking garage in Oslo that summer, and there were some disturbing scenes we didn’t feel like watching over dinner. So we got some food at a supermarket because there was a kitchen we could use at a hostel.
It mustn’t come as a surprise when I tell you about the gross gross gross kitchen. We put our saussages in a pan, and immediately the coating of the pan loosened and wrapped around the food. But one last thing had to happen for us to really lose our apetite.
Back then, the first thought on everyone’s mind was the bombing was done by Islamic terrorists. We didn’t hear about Utoya and Breivik until much later, and people were all a little scared and worried and associated it with different bomings. We were discussing this with other travellers in the kitchen, when wizzard Billy came in. He pointed at the four of us specifically, and named the country we were from.
‘You guys are next!’ he yelled, like the demented Engywook he was. And he laughed.
‘They will get you next!’ And he laughed and laughed.
Needless to say we left and found another hostel to spend our second and last night in Galway. I still have to pinch myself when I remember this man and this hostel. I am not completely sure if the memory is legit, but my friends and I greeted each other with ‘Helleeeeew?’ for a long while after that. It wouldn’t surprise me if no one in Galway has ever heard of him or the existence of Nimos hostel. Pfff, I can still smell the mold.
Thanks for the asks, babe! xx
