Where the heck is “Dromedar”, anyway?
Do you know the feeling of knowing exactly what to say, and yet not being able to say it? Like when you open you mouth, something else falls out, that doesn’t even slightly do your thoughts justice.
I’m like that. I can have the perfect words in my mind, and what comes out is… well, slightly less than perfect some times 
It is the same way with this blog. I have some ideas as what would be great to put here, and then again, I have this feeling I would manage to put the wrong ideas down. So here we go, another pointless ramble on my rather meaningless self-battering. It’s funny though, how this would’ve driven me up the wall two weeks ago, and makes me laugh today.
I just agreed on a coffee “date” for tomorrow, actually, with the singer of a band called The Betties. Somehow there’s always been this connection, like we’re quite close friends even though we never really got to know each other that well during our past encounters. We’ll be going to a coffee place I’ve never been to – Dromedar – so I might even discover another place with great coffee in Bergen. Yay! 
Last night I headed with my buddy to a punk concert at the Garage. The band, Beinkjør, aren’t exactly my kind of band, really – however, I met a whole lot of old friends and acquaintances, and had a long discussion with a former colleague of mine, who still works there. All in all, it turned out to be an amazing evening, and I had a lot of fun! Saturday I was supposed to go there for another concert and drinking myself stupidly drunk, but as I’ve managed to spend more money than I realized this week, I told my friends who I’d be going with that maybe I shouldn’t. Turns out they didn’t have a babysitter for their daughter, so they got a hold of a movie they hoped we could watch instead, after dinner. Everything turns into good in the end, doesn’t it?
And even though life is actually grand right now, there still is a void inside… that hopefully will fill itself before too long. I’ve decided not to dwell on the stuff that bothers me, somehow I just know things will sort themselves out in the end. For some reason, it always does.
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