Back from Norway!

And I'm sad. My father has said in the past, "Don't be sad it's over, just be glad it happened." Wise, my dad. Like this guy:



Damion and I had a spectacular time (or as Dash says in "The Incredibles": "That was so totally awesome!" and what I said multiple times, leading to the title of this blog.)

Now formally:

Hello friends and family! We would like to tell you all about our trip and show you pictures. However, we would also like you to still be glad that you are our friends and family when we are done. I promise, only the best, the creme de le creme, the pictures with stories, with meaning, with depth, with hope for the world:


Me, Damion, four feet and a penis.

These pictures were taken in Vigeland Sculpture Park in Olso. The sculpture is a man holding two children the way Damion is holding me, but the effect has been somewhat lost. We couldn't take another as my costar complained about picking me up again, his back, blah blah blah. What a diva.

We had better luck with other sculptures:

Claire, Damion and I imitate the running people.

I put Damion's back in jeopardy again:


It was Claire who informed me of the meaning of this sculpture. As all of the sculptures represent the human condition, and The Monolith (Monolitten) is located at the end of the park, we arrive at death (click to see how cool):

Here's Claire as we entered the park. It was June 2, her 8th birthday. But you can tell that just by looking at her:

Next is a close up of the view behind Claire.

Here are me and Damion before I broke his back:


Awww!

And Damion, Mark, and Claire looking cool:

This was one of my most favorite days in Norway, and it was only our first full day. We visited the Macleod's beautiful new apartment, then walked through their neighborhood, a street fair, and then on to Frogner park and the sculptures. The weather was perfect, and afterwards we sat in the shade and snacked. Then the training wheels came off, as we agreed to meet the Macleods in Grunnelacken for Claire's birthday pizza dinner, and Damion and I navigated our way around the city on foot, frequently consulting our street map. We walked all over, didn't get lost (wait til Monday!) and made it to the meeting place.

After dinner, I faded quickly, but Damion had energy, which is a complete reversal of our sleep cycles in New York (since I work overnights, I go to bed around 1am; he's tired at 10pm.) He and Claire woke me up from my mini-nap (which, though at 9 something, was still in beautiful daylight) but I didn't last long.

More to come...