Castella Swedish Open
It is finally over. Thank God. The best and worst week of the year. The most amazing, horrible party in Sweden.
Of course I am reffering to Tennis Week in Båstad.
I had a lot on my table. Six friends staying with me, coming and going, Working six days in super busy ICA and going out five nights trying not to miss any of the fun. Also trying to catch some of the day time events, but not even having the time to watch one single tennis match.
For those of you who are not familiar with the phenomenon of Tennis Week I'll fill you in. In Sweden the term "Tennis Week" has a special ring to it. It takes place every year in Båstad the week of the Swedish Open tennis tournament. You might think it would be tennis entusiasts coming over to watch the games, but there you are misstaken. Tennis Week is a night time event. It is the place where the young and rich come to play. It is Daddy's money and Champagne. It is the crowd straight from Stureplan and uptown Stockholm. As we like to call them: Bratz. And they invade.
This is how you know a Brat:
1. A male Brat (which is the majority) is easily recognized by it's differantial hairstyle, combed back with an impressive amount of wax it forms a so called Backslick.
2. A Brat's social pattern is also quite distinctive. It's mating ritual is intricate, a combination of butt squeezing and appreciative comments of the female Brat's apperance. Another highly favoured and efficiant mating procedure is the showing of "the fat wallet" followed by the "bying of the drink" (preferably for the female Brat and preferably Champagne).
3. The easiest way to determent a Brat status is by far watching the marking of it´s territory. This event has clear similarities to the animal world. In both worlds the male marks it's ground by the pouring (or peeing) of yellowish liquid on the ground. The only real difference is that the Bratz instead of urine uses Champagne and that in the Brat community it is a bit messier.
But it is not all like that. If you avoid the VIP rooms (not very hard) this week is darn good fun. People from around Sweden and the world are coming to Båstad for a week of jolly good fun. I had six lovely friends staying with me and we had a blast at notorious Pepe's Bodega and Swinging Madison's. There are really only three venues in Båstad which makes it easy to know where the party's at. And the beach is always crowded; don't mind the weather.
For me this was a bag-in-box, beaching, bloody, bold, bum, ba da bom week. If anyone gets what I meen by that you'll get a medal.
Lovely to have Vicki, Bengan and Tess over for a few days. Catching up on the gossip and sipping coffees and Bacardi. Equally amazing to have Maria and Lina staying, nostalgicaly talking Dublin memories (Sorry Bengan!) and getting inside info on how to climb Kebnekaise (will need it).
This week I'm doing the veggie-healthy-non alcholholic- thing. I need it! Just came back from swimming 1km and feel like a queen! Just gotta resist Pepe's on Wednesday...
Of course I am reffering to Tennis Week in Båstad.
I had a lot on my table. Six friends staying with me, coming and going, Working six days in super busy ICA and going out five nights trying not to miss any of the fun. Also trying to catch some of the day time events, but not even having the time to watch one single tennis match.
For those of you who are not familiar with the phenomenon of Tennis Week I'll fill you in. In Sweden the term "Tennis Week" has a special ring to it. It takes place every year in Båstad the week of the Swedish Open tennis tournament. You might think it would be tennis entusiasts coming over to watch the games, but there you are misstaken. Tennis Week is a night time event. It is the place where the young and rich come to play. It is Daddy's money and Champagne. It is the crowd straight from Stureplan and uptown Stockholm. As we like to call them: Bratz. And they invade.
This is how you know a Brat:
1. A male Brat (which is the majority) is easily recognized by it's differantial hairstyle, combed back with an impressive amount of wax it forms a so called Backslick.
2. A Brat's social pattern is also quite distinctive. It's mating ritual is intricate, a combination of butt squeezing and appreciative comments of the female Brat's apperance. Another highly favoured and efficiant mating procedure is the showing of "the fat wallet" followed by the "bying of the drink" (preferably for the female Brat and preferably Champagne).
3. The easiest way to determent a Brat status is by far watching the marking of it´s territory. This event has clear similarities to the animal world. In both worlds the male marks it's ground by the pouring (or peeing) of yellowish liquid on the ground. The only real difference is that the Bratz instead of urine uses Champagne and that in the Brat community it is a bit messier.
But it is not all like that. If you avoid the VIP rooms (not very hard) this week is darn good fun. People from around Sweden and the world are coming to Båstad for a week of jolly good fun. I had six lovely friends staying with me and we had a blast at notorious Pepe's Bodega and Swinging Madison's. There are really only three venues in Båstad which makes it easy to know where the party's at. And the beach is always crowded; don't mind the weather.
For me this was a bag-in-box, beaching, bloody, bold, bum, ba da bom week. If anyone gets what I meen by that you'll get a medal.
Lovely to have Vicki, Bengan and Tess over for a few days. Catching up on the gossip and sipping coffees and Bacardi. Equally amazing to have Maria and Lina staying, nostalgicaly talking Dublin memories (Sorry Bengan!) and getting inside info on how to climb Kebnekaise (will need it).
This week I'm doing the veggie-healthy-non alcholholic- thing. I need it! Just came back from swimming 1km and feel like a queen! Just gotta resist Pepe's on Wednesday...
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Postat av: jackson
the memories!
go pepe's!
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