Had enough angst? Good! Today I’m going to just share a funny. Because what separates LGBT people from the world is the perception that we’re so much different than everyone. We’re not. We have just plain stories that have nothing to do with being gay or transgender.
In 2006 I got married. A big wedding for these parts (50 people). And when I say these parts, I mean the boonies of Sweden. Way out there. My parents came and my two best friends-Troy and Gene. Troy was my best man and Gene was one of my husband’s groomsmen. So they got the special treatment.
The day before our wedding, we all were gathered at the in-laws. In their house. T&G were introduced to my MIL and FIL and everyone, really. My in-laws have this big yellow house, and, we’re talking Sweden here, so almost all the houses are yellow, white or red. I saw a green house once, but I’m pretty sure the neighbors buried the owners and repainted it because I could never find it again. The colors are important, I promise.
So back to our wedding day, which started out at 6 in the morning and Troy zombie walking to the big tent where we were setting things up. He was hungry and bleary-eyed and just very Troy-in-the-morning. Rather than have him pass out in my lap, I sent him to get breakfast from my mother-in-law in the yellow house (do you know where this is going?), who was whipping up something in between making a cake for later. (yes, she is superwoman!)
An hour later, Troy comes back to the tent and he’s happy and sated and talking about how my MIL made waffles with ice cream and jam and he had a great time.
Gene and I are looking at him, wondering how on earth my MIL managed to do that while baking a cake and getting ready for her son’s wedding. And Gene, of course, is incensed, because all he got was Swedish hard bread (wassa crackers) and cheese and coffee. And he wants waffles GDI!
So Troy points to the house next to the tent and says there’s still waffles there. (And now you now where this is going). Turns out, Troy had just visited the neighbors who were outside making waffles and having a private party. And Swedish people being, well, SWEDISH, they said nothing as he sat down to breakfast with them and ate their waffles and ice cream and jam and basically talked to them for like an hour.
The whole village talks about this incident to this day.
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23 comments
Ostkrokar
Haha, that was hilarious! I live in northern Sweden myself and I can picture this exact thing happening with my relatives. Spot on. I really enjoyed finding and reading your blog BTW. I just read Shattered Glass and LOVED IT. Looking forward to your next book.
Dani Alexander
Thanks so much Ost! I bet we’re neighbors! Maybe we shopped at the same Coop Forum! *gasp*
Ostkrokar
No, I shop at ICA MAXI, haha!
Kathybluetn
I want to move to your neighborhood — I adore waffles! I bet they were those big fat ones too. Yum! 🙂
Dani Alexander
LOL Alas, here in Sweden they only make skinny waffles (but all of them are shaped like hearts) *grin*
Erica Pike
Haha, cute. At least he got some waffles ^.^
Dani Alexander
Yes, but no one else did! haha. (we’d have been too full anyway by the time the wedding came around)
Kassandra Appel
Absolutely enchanting!
Dani Alexander
Thanks! They are an enchanting group of friends and neighbors! <3
Carnell
OMG, that is so funny! And I am impressed by swedish people because it could never have happened here. Definitely a country I would like to visit 😉
Dani Alexander
Hope you like the cold and dark (in winter) and the cold and bright (all 24 hours) in summer LOL! If so, come on by!
ChaoticChris
LOL! Great story. 🙂
Dani Alexander
Thanks Chris. I think we still laugh pretty hard about it!
Suze
Been following your blogs over the three days so far – will be back tomorrow too.
Great posts – good to mix up serious and funny.
Dani Alexander
Thanks Suze <3 I'm glad you enjoyed.
Allstarjumperstx2
well at least Troy was very happy 🙂 What a great story to share. Thanks!!
Christy T
Dani Alexander
Glad you enjoyed it, Christy =) It’s one of the better ones. Though all my funny stories usually start with “There was this time Troy and Gene and me…”
DarkM
LOL!
The neighbours have been nice though, I like this 😀
And well, you are an evil man, admit it, what kind of useful information is “Go to the yellow house” when every house is yellow? LOL!
/hugs 🙂
Dani Alexander
Haha but we had been in his parents’ house the night before. And he’d met the whole family.
Sara Alva
That is hilarious. Seems like something out of a RomCom.
Dani Alexander
LOL! Yes. I’d say that too. So funny.
Ashley E
Oh… oh dear. LOL! Poor Troy. Did he ever catch on? Oh… my gosh. 😀
Dani Alexander
We all caught on a little later when the people he’d had breakfast with told Erik’s mother. They thought it was the funniest thing ever. Everyone did. He’s a legend at that village now. =D