Once we were in Marstrand for a crayfish party.
It was a large gathering and my brother and I had to make many new acquaintances among the blonde horde of Swedish children that flocked the place. My brother was shy as usual, so we went to our father who was talking to some bearded friends. They laughed and I asked him why.
It was a Norwegian dentist who always danced on the tables when he got drunk. Mindbogglingly interesting. We knew from personal experience that all Norwegians were mad, but this was insane.
In the light summer evening we ran in your underwear, bare feet across the wet concrete in the yard - tired of lying in the strange loft of the strange building - not able to sleep because we could hear the noises from the party.
We were lucky. Shortly after we arrived in the room with the high ceiling, the Norwegian dentist jumped onto the tables to do his jigg. It was large wooden boards on trestles so crayfish shells, plastic bowls, glasses and snaps flew in the air.
And as people screamed and laughed, I saw him fall onto the concrete floor like of a giant cod thrown on a wharf.
Inspired by @owasco's post - Ouzo and Laundry Chutes, a Freewrite
hahaha! I can see him flopping down on the floor like that giant cod! Shells and other meal detritus flying. Screaming, laughing.
Sounds like your family had engagements that you could look forward to. My family had many of those as well, children sent to the farthest reaches of the house so the adults could let their hair down. They'd begin speaking in Greek if we did come near. We had to wash the dishes after these debacles.
Love the music.
It was a rich and complex childhood. I never had any complaints. The music is Swedish and from that epoch. We heard this music a lot without ever wondering what it was. The wondering came quite a while later.