I ended up in Sirkus last night; the most overrated bar in the world. Only the coolest kids are allowed to hang out there — I once got turned away for being a foreigner, if you can believe that.
"No tourists," said the blonde on the door.
"I'm not a tourist!" I said, indignantly, in my best Icelandic.
"Don't care," she pouted, eyeing my visitors in the queue next to me. "You're with tourists."
Well, I guess my need to be considered cool is greater than my self-respect, because somehow that incident never put me off. Last night there was no queue and no pouting blonde at the door and so I walked right in and shook my booty on the tiny dance-floor, next to a very tall, very cool girl in a fur coat.
"I like your coat," I shouted, jumping around her ankles, forgetting that I'm not supposed to like fur coats.
"Thanks," she purred, stroking her fluffy breasts. "It's real fur. Everybody hates me for it, but I don't care — everybody's always hated me."
I nodded my head and felt a bit better about not being a cool kid. It has its disadvantages.
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Annie, so good to hear you are having great time despite the hangovers!
ReplyDeleteWishing you a fantastic new year!
See you when you are back.
Gx
I LOVE Sirkus! I know, I know, it's so small you can't really breathe in there not to mention shake your booty but I still love it! All the best things that happened to me in Reykjavik happened in there. Apart from those that happened in Kaffibarinn that is....
ReplyDeleteThat's not true, I've never hated the girl with the furry breasts. She's a liar!
ReplyDeleteI'm with you, I've never been able to be cool due to the sheer levels of discomfort it involves. Yes the girl looked cool but how can you dance in a fur coat unless you are ... seriously cool. I would have been awash with sweat and B.O.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year anyway baby, you'll always be cool to me!!
Of course she was dancing with her fur coat on! Sirkus is such a den of thieves! Last time I went there my leatherjacket and my precious green walmart hoodie got stolen!
ReplyDeleteDon't kid yourself, Annie. You are cool. Everyone does hate you.
ReplyDeleteWell, not me, because I'm a cool fur coat dancer, too.
bohémienne