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Birthday

boobs, limbo, torrential rain & everything else I wished for my birthday

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En hel himla hög med foton från min födelsedagsfest i lördags. Herregud. London regnade nästan bort och ändå dök det upp så fruktansvärt många. Glömmer ju alltid bort kameran när jag fyller år, vilket är ett bra betyg ändå. Men under kanske en halvtimme lyckades jag klicka iväg de här ovan.

Är ju en sådan som tycker att det inte finns något bättre än att blanda kompisgrupper. Lever slaviskt efter att alla får alltid vara med och tycker på riktigt att det blir roligare. Vill helst tro att det är därför mina födelsedagar blir så kul, för det gör inget om en kommer själv eller inte känner någon. Det och att Daniel är en dancing queen, och att jag lyckats hitta riktigt sjuka jävlar till vänner. <3

I år hade jag i samma anda bjudit HELA mitt jobb. Dvs chefer, interns, nya och mina favvos. Alla kom inte, men några gjorde och de blandades med mina flatmates, universitetskompisar, internetvänner, barndomsvänner, tidigare grannar. Resultatet blev hångel, limbo, att Daniels byxor sprack för att han went down low, nakna bröst och massa massa annat som jag censurerar för allas skull. Spelade i vilket fall Drake kanske elva gånger.

Har liksom glömt hur bra jag är på att festa. Får ta igen det den här hösten känner jag.

Hur tänker ni kring att bjuda folk? Eller gå själv på fest?

Here comes a whole bunch of photos from my birthday, as promised. Holy hell, I thought London was going to rain away. And still, so many of my faves showed up!

I have a weak spot for mixing groups of friends and strictly live by the rule that nobody should be left out. I’d like to think that’s why my bdays are always a bloody party. That and the fact that Daniel is the biggest dancing queen. Work friends mixed with uni mates, internet girls, childhood friends, flatmates and neighbours. The result was messy and beautiful – limbo, makeouts, boobs out in the open and Daniel ripped his trousers going down low. 

I had forgotten how great I am at partying.

 

 

birthdays from the archive
2015 with secret doors to hiphop clubs & Justin Bieber 
2014 when Daniel threw me a surprise party

 

 

Linn

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heatwaves, friend dates and birthday girls

Sommaren är i varenda vrå nu i London. De senaste 10 dagarna har det varit runt 30 grader och jag bara svettas och äter solero-glassar, dricker iskaffe och spenderar varenda timme ute i hettan. Och! Helt plötsligt händer tusen saker samtidigt på jobbfronten och jag har lyckats landa flera otroliga gig. Så mitt i hettan sitter jag också och jobbar/funderar/väger saker emot varandra. Fruktansvärt förvirrande. Nu tycker jag att vi kikar på en av mina sommarkvällar förra veckan.

Summer is everywhere in London. For the past 10 days it’s been around 30 degrees and all I do is sweat and eat soleros, drink iced coffee and spend every hour in out in the heat. Also, things are happening on the career front on very many levels. I’ve somehow landed a few awesome gigs and am working/wondering/weighing things against each other. Confusing – right? But let’s have a look at one of my summer nights last week.

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Jag tog bussen ned till Seb VDK, en av mina äldsta vänner här i London och min pojkväns bff. Vi satt i hans trädgård med Skepta på högsta volym, sippandes på varsin Corona och pratandes om all vad livet som en 20-någonting har att erbjuda. Sen var det dags för oss två att vandra ned till London Fields för att joina de här knäppisarna för fest i parken. Ah men sommaren herregud. <3

I took the bus down to Seb VDK, one of my oldest friends in London and my boyfriend’s bffs. We sat in his garden playing Skepta, sipping coronas and talking about all things that life as a 20-something has to offer. The two of us then walked over to London Fields to join these crazies for a party in the park. Gotta love summer.

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Efter ett litet tag var det dags att ta min partner under armen och Uber:a vår väg till Hackney Wick.

After a little while I took my partner under the arm and ubered our way to Hackney Wick.

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Och till den här baben – aka bday girl. Den här är från min instagram, @linnwiberg heter jag där om ni vill följa.

And this mega babe – aka bday girl. This pic is from my Instagram, @linnwiberg is my name there so go follow me.

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Ornella och jag brukade dansa på en smutsig bar vid namn Efes minst tre dagar i veckan år 2011 och fortsatte sen med att bli intellektuella universitetselever ihop på en reklamskolan och försöker idag att manövrera livet som utexaminerade och funemployed.

Ornella and I used to dance at Efes 3 nights a week in 2011 and then went on to becoming intellectual uni students at LCC and are now manoeuvring the post graduate life of funemployment. I adore her.

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Vi åt pizza och dansade till grime.

We stuffed our faces with pizza and danced to grime.

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<3

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Men Seb var fortfarande hungriga så vi smet iväg till kanalen för hamburgare och pingpong. Fick otaliga kommentarer om vilket fint par vi var och vi tackade och tog emot. ^^ Vet inte om jag ska skratta eller gråta åt att folk tycker det är så skumt att en tjej och en kille kan vara vänner.

But my boy was still hungry so him and I walked over to the canal in Hackney Wick for some pale ales, hamburgers and table tennis. Got several compliments on what a cute couple we were. ^^ Not sure whether to laugh or cry about the fact that people can’t handle a guy and a girl being friends.

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När natten blev kolsvart och ändå varm var Seb tvungen att åka hem och förbereda för sin ~cool cykeltur~ dagen efter. Jag tog tåget över till Rowan’s Bowling i Finsbury Park (som jag blev dödskär i om ni minns?) där födelsedagsfirandet tagits till en helt ny nivå.

As Seb had to go home to prep for a ~cool bike ride~ in the morning I took the train over to Rowan’s Bowling in Finsbury Park (where I went and fell in love, remember?) where the birthday party was entering a whole new level.

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Den här galningar löpte amok, mitt bästa tillstånd på tjejer om du frågar mig. Vi bowlade så hårt att dom faktiskt stängde av oss, men vad kan man annars förvänta sig när ens bästa brud fyller år.

This crazy person was going mental, my fave state if you ask me. We bowled so hard they actually shot us down, but what else can you expect when it’s your favourite gal’s burfday.

 

 

 

Linn

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DANIEL’S BIRTHDAY

The wind is taring at all the tiny cracks in the warehouse conversion that is your home. In your loft room I hide under your massive duvet listening to your chest moving up and down to the wisps of cold air from outside. Four days from now it’s your birthday, and I won’t be here for it. You’ve said it doesn’t matter and I believe you, but I’m pissed off and feel guilty for missing it. Daniel,-Clapton-2015I try to slip out of your grip and out of the bed to go prepare breakfast because I know how much you just want to sleep. But I’m clumsy and your mattress too soft so I wake you and you pull me back into the warmth. And I’d much rather be there than frying some fucking pancakes pretending to be a housewife. You laugh at me and instead you end up by the stove with me sitting on the counter beside, eating raspberries from the packet. Your laptop is singing out rough tunes from some American basement band and the bacon is jumping from the heat. Seeing your face when you open your gifts just proves my point, that we cannot possibly be growing old. A-strong-sense-of-insenseNot having a British telephone contract feels like a good thing today. There is no 3G and it’s almost like we’re on holiday as the bus takes us down to central London. First up is the exhibition We Could Be Heroes capturing youth culture in West from the 1920s and onwards with probably the most beautiful pictures of teens ever. Then the contemporary art exhibition A Strong Sweet Smell of Incense at Pace Gallery celebrating the rich art scene in the 60s with names such as Warhol, Robert Mapplethorpe, Basquiat and other dudes with so many pretty things. Like this neon sign quoting a journalist describing the drug raid on the Rolling Stones’ crib in 1967 getting caught using all kinds of illegal substances. It is stunning. Meat-Mission,-HoxtonThe damp air is too much as it rips our jackets open, cutting through all of our layers and far down to our skin making us shiver. We agree that we’ve had enough of holidaying and jump the bus to return east to the burger restaurant Meat Mission, located in an old church. Daniel,-Meat-Mission-March-2015Because what’s Daniel’s birthday without some greasy burgers and whisky? Clapton,-March-2015Clapton-March-2015At home we lie in your bed for some time, just drinking beer and playing music but it’s not long before friends start to drop in one by one. Danielle,-London-March-2015Like my beauty queen Danielle. Jared-and-Saboune,-London-March-2015Soon we have friends occupying every bit of the livingroom and spilling into the kitchen and down on the street. I stand in the kitchen drinking some dodgy mix of pineapple soda and tequila from a plastic cup that one of your tall male friends has provided me with. Daniels-birthday-2015From across the room I can see you invested in some wild conversation, hands gesturing in the air and a guttural laugh escaping as you lean so far back you almost fall of the sofa. The song you queued for me comes on and you scream to catch my attention. You are such a fucking weirdo, and I love you. Katja,-London-2015All of a sudden my classmate Katja stands in the kitchen. Even though I invited her it’s like discovering a Christmas ornament at the Easter table, seeing her among all my London friends. My brain just don’t seem to grasp how she could even enter my parallel life but it’s beyond lovely nonetheless. We climb up ladders and share ales on window panes as I introduce her to everybody. Daniels-bday-2015The neighbour complains so many times that nobody even bother opening the door after a while. Instead people shout out the window for her to join us for some cocktails, and tonight it’s just funny even though it won’t be tomorrow. The police still don’t show up, because England is just as lawless or untameable as always. I barely see you apart from when we bump into each other by accident in the hallway and you kiss my neck and I can feel your cold leather jacket against my naked skin. At 5am people are still not leaving and I don’t ever want them to because nights should be endless. Unfortunately I’m not my 19 year old self dancing away at after parties at 11am any more. Instead I help you kick the leftover friends out on the muggy pavement so that we can climb up your ladder, leaving sticky footmarks and crumpled cans littering the floor, and crash. Growing old doesn’t feel all too bad when there are celebrations like these.     Linn   See also my Friday in London.

A FAKE BIRTHDAY

It’s Saturday in London and we are pretending that it’s my birthday, even though it’s not in another four days. Daniel wakes me up with lots of presents (that I have to show you in another post) and once again makes an attempt at singing for me as we do in Sweden. He blushes and stops though because for a Canadian boy it’s too much to handle and it cracks me up every time. Daniel at Bistrotheque Our heads are a bit heavy from the previous night but it’s my birthday and nothing can ruin my day. I put on my glamorous black velvet dress with high platform shoes and Daniel’s dangerous bomber jacket. Plus lots of heavy eye makeup of course, because on my birthday I want to be the biggest babe ever. We take the red double decker down to Cambridge Heath where Daniel has booked us a table at Bistrotheque for brunch. Bistrotheque, London Just look at this place. They should sponsor me considering how often I write about them. Bistrotheque I order eggs benedict because it combines all the greatness in this world! Linn at Bistrotheque The man with pink hair plays Taylor Swift on the grand piano and we become one of those couples who make out over the table. I adore how we were both disgusted by PDA and even had a talk about not doing this when we started seeing each other. And wow, now the snogging is beyond control, and I couldn’t be more proud. Love Shake, Shoreditch Afterwards we walk around our old hood in Bethnal Green and I get my haircut at the tiny local hairdressers where they take half an eternity but are so cheap and lovely. They compliment your hair and your job and discuss the difference from when they opened 34 years back and carried knives to work. There is always a drunk lady getting thick pink highlights or somebody dressed up as a wizard agreeing in the chair next to you. We visit the Goodhood Store which is my new fave place, and then there is time for milkshakes at the Love Shake. Daniel a Love Shake We share a strawberry milkshake because there is no better flavour. the Love Shake, London Saboune joins us too! Sager & Wilde, Shoreditch At 3pm we get hungry and the three of us decides that the party should start so we wander over to Sager + Wilde for wine, toasties and other goodies. It is my pretend birthday after all. Sager & Wilde, London We’re alone there at first but there are too many thirsty Londoners for that to last long. They play our favourite 70s tracks and the windows fog up with condensation as we catch up about work and cities and flats and love. I’ve missed my boys. London fades into night and we say bye to Saboune to go and have dinner at a Vietnamese place. The Christmas lights decorate every street and the air is turning chillier so it’s nice to hide at Danielle’s bar for a bit. Daniel is awfully rushed and I snap because he is constantly being on his phone. HELLO IT’S MY FAKE BIRTHDAY COULD YOU STOP TEXTING IT’S RUDE!

But then as we enter his dark flat and step into the livingroom it turns out that he has gathered all of by best friends for a surprise party for me!!! <3 Surprise party, Linn 23yrs I almost cry because this is the nicest thing somebody has ever done and it’s the best freaking birthday I could imagine. Ornella & Henry, nov 14 So many of my lovelies are there which is so rare as I never seem to be able to see them all during my short weekend visits. My baby Ornie who I miss all the time, and her man. Frida, London Nov 2014 I hang out with my rockstar/business woman/poet Frida talking about unethical sex and bedbugs, how tempting people can be and the reality of job briefs. Surprise Party, Hackney nov 14 I also run around like a lunatic, trying to squeeze out as much love out of every single one of these, hearing what they are up to and how they are. There sure are not enough hours in a night to keep up with this many wicked people. We dance and drink gin out of hello kitty mugs and vodka out of milk cartons. I play my cheesiest tunes to everybody’s protest but it’s my party and I dance to whatever the hell I want to and they love me for it. Then I compromise because that’s what friends do too. Frida M, London nov 14 I receive gifts and kisses and a stylist flatmate falls and rips one of the curtains in his Prada fur coat. We make plans about travels that will never happen and eternal friendships that I refuse to let go of. I wish I could push dawn until next year. They all keep on saying that it feels like I still live here but that the absence is huge at the same time. Inside I’m crashing and burning and still bursting with happiness. In the morning I wake up Ornella as her taxi arrives. She’s one of a few left sleeping in the sofa. Then I crawl back into Daniel’s bed and fall asleep. Damn it should be my fake or real birthday more often.   Linn

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