The colour brown

Todays post is dedicated to the colour brown. Not this lovely brown

but more of a faux pas brown, like this

As you already are aware I had a childhood friend and colleague over for the weekend. He arrived on Friday and left yesterday afternoon. I would love to be able to say that everything went great. That we had a brilliant time but we didn't. At least I didn't. Everything went great Friday where I bought a Nintendo Wii. I've been wanting one for some time now and as I left work early I was able to swing by the shops to buy one. I also bought a few games.
We went back to my flat so that he could dump his bags and then we could figure out what we were going to do. After much discussion we ended up playing some Wii (he calls it Wii-Wii, I assume it's because he must be mildly retarded or just can't read) and went downstairs to fetch a pizza.

Now, all evening I heard nothing else but how he was going to go spend a lot, A.LOT. of money on clothes and shoes. It sounded like he had brought his big wallet. But we firstly went to this fantastic music shop near the Copenhagen Zoo. The CDs and movies were dirt cheap and we both spent way too much money. After that we went into town and walked up and down the highstreet looking at shops. He pointed out which shops he thought he might find something he liked in, but when I asked if we should go in there he said no. He thought we should wait until Monday for that. Hmmm. After that, we went back home and watched a couple of movies. He showed surprisingly good taste by both liking Stardust and The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. I was shocked. He is usually more into American Pie and other teenage comedies.

Sunday we just hung out back at my place. We did go for a walk because he wanted to see the neighbourhood (I assume it was to point out the bad neighbourhood but it isn't - hah! joke's on him!). All in all he was being a bit of a sourpuss. I gave him every chance to go somewhere, alone or with me, but he didn't seem to want to go anywhere. I went to bed really early that night because he wanted to watch American Football. Ok, I still don't get it. Most of the first game I was sleeping on the sofa, but then they mentioned tight ends and wide receivers and I woke up. Only to be sorely disappointed.

Monday was a real winner. We went back into town and walked down the highstreet. It was not horrid weather and he quickly located a Foot Locker where he found a pair of shoes he liked. They were brown. I let that pass because some people like brown shoes and who am I to question that. Although to me it is a bit bizarre. I did ask if he wore brown belts, to which he said he didn't wear belts. My question to you now is, what are the rules then? Anyway on we went to another shoe shop where he located another, much nicer pair of shoes but he picked them out in brown. They looked so lovely in black. Still he didn't buy anything.

We walked down the street looking at shops, and I made suggestions to go into a bunch of shops, all looking like they had some kool clothes. Yet he didn't want to. He just said it didn't look like they had anything in his style (i.e. brown) and everything was either too trendy, street or smart. He said that a few times before I was brave enough to tell him I didn't understand why he went over here to expect to sell the exact same stuff as back where he lives. If he was after the same stuff, he should shop back there and frankly the trends over here are different. It's less provincial here. He naturally took offence. So we walked past a few other shops that had really nice stuff before we found a shop he wanted to look into. When I say look into, I mean just that. The doors were open, and he put his head inside, there was hardcore rap music blaring out of the speakers and a bunch of hoodies that would look good on some Eastside gangbangers. He looked at a few T-shirts and said he kind of liked them and then immediately changed his mind again. After we left that doorway I needed a lobotomy. I don't know if it was the shopping or the music, but it was horrid. By then he decided he was only going to buy a pair of shoes, and so he did.

I wouldn't mind going shopping with him, and going through every single shop looking for ick and poo brown T-shirts and not finding any. It would have been fine, if he had just put his heart into it. But going shopping with someone who just walks about looking down at everything for not being exactly like he wants it and not making an effort. That's just wrong. I will never go shopping with that stickly no brain creature again. Of course the same day we had a huge row and we went to a huge mall. In fact the largest in Scandinavia, but he of course didn't believe that and said the one close to him in a provincial town was much larger. Normally I would have just let it go but I couldn't. It wasn't pretty. That was another very early night for me.

Tuesday I had to get up really early because some workmen came by to check out the ventilation in the kitchen and bathroom. One of the guys complimented my shower faucet thingy to which my friend grumbled something. This was the day of annoyances. He started bugging me on purpose and it got pretty bad and we left for the central train station at 2pm even though his train didn't leave until 3.50pm.

Of course the flat looked like a bomb had gone off after I got back. He didn't help tidy up anything at all. In the mornings he just got up really early and went into my cupboards and found some cheerios on his own and ate that. He just left his dirty dishes by the sink. Even the little things bother me and they still do. We have agreed (before he came over) that we are going to the States together for 4 weeks next year. I don't know if we'll both make it home alive though. He nearly didn't make it out of my flat alive after day 4.

This is some of the stuff I bought while he was here. I also bought Family Guy Season 1, Marie Antoinette and another DVD and a pair of shoes. You'll probably see the shoes in an upcoming post.