Walking home from a dinner of tapas - something I haven't had in years, all swimming in oil and garlic - with the husband along with A., the TV producer and C., the fashion photographer, we were sucked into a video arcade on Surbrunnsgatan.
Or rather A. dragged us in.
"This is so much fun," she yelled, pointing at a bizarre Japanese contraption that stood in the window. "We have to play. You have to do it!" she said forcefully, ripping off her jacket and sweater and tossing them in a heap on the floor, the rest of us following suit.
So, we took turns in pairs competing against one another, trying to move our feet in time to arrows on a screen, stepping and hopping and tapping front, back and side to horrible synthed-up versions of mostly already horrible songs blaring from the speakers, A. letting loose with joyous shrieks from time to time.
People out on the street watched incredulously through the window, laughing at us making fools of ourselves.
How could something so silly be so incredibly enjoyable?
A. won, natch. Then we left after a couple of rounds, sweating like pigs.
The Swedish word for the day is upplivad. It means exhilirated.
- by Francis S.