I've got hos in different area codes

I suppose thats a lie...i really don't have many hos, but as the discussion today has to do with area codes, I thought my favorite Ludacris song (EVAR) was an appropriate title for this post. So for some odd reason, the people of Sweden take their area codes very seriously. In Stockholm, the area code is 08, and supposedly Stockholmers are known by the other inhabitants of Sweden as 08ers. So last Friday happened to be 08/08/08 and this was a very big deal for the 08ers. There was a huge city wide party- lots of free concerts all over, different events (like a huge watergun fight in Gamla Stan), and fireworks (not as good as our 4th displays though). We ate together as a floor then went out to explore all the festivities taking place in the city. We first went to a concert in Kungstragarden, however as we looked around, we noticed the majority of the audience was middle aged couples. I should mention that they were all Swedish bands, so we really didn't know any better as to whether the bands were cool or not. So we left there and went instead to Stureplan, a busy square in Stockholm. They had closed down all the streets in the area and had a dj playing from a balcony. It was insane. We could barely move it was so crowded. I had heard there were 50,000 people expected to attend, and I don't doubt that thats how many were actually there.

The crowded streets of Stockholm on 08-08-08

Once the dj stopped playing, we went on a quest to find somewhere else to dance. As you might expect, everywhere was ridiculously crowded. We stood in a line at a couple places for awhile and when we finally got in we were all so excited that we didn't care that we had to pay 180 kr cover ($30!). The club we went to was called Cafe Opera. It was the one place everyone said I had to visit while I was here. The building itself is an old opera house, so it was really unique and cool. We were defintely the most under dressed people there. Everyone was in suits and dresses and then there was us, these stupid looking college kids in jeans dancing right in the middle, but we didn't care that much. I even got to dance with some Swedes! While we were dancing, we didn't give much thought of how we were going to get home once the club closed. We missed the last tunnelbana train, so we searched around for a bus that would take us home, but this was sail. It was eventually decided that we would walk. So we walked for an hour in uncomfortable "going out" shoes as the sun was rising (it gets light out really early here) and came home at around 5 am to a homeless guy sleeping outside the elevator on our floor (first one I saw in Sweden....didn't take a picture though) but we were too tired to care. I'll keep the rest short...Saturday- slept till 2, shopped, hung out on the floor, Sunday- wandered/got lost, skype chatted with the rents, birthday party at another apartment, irish bar near Stureplan
Thats it for now. Later dudes.