Sweden's best

Yesterday, after a rather dull day of going to the gym and then pretty much doing nothing, I went to my friend Matilda's place to watch "Melodifestivalen". Now, I guess most people who live or have lived in Europe have heard of the Eurovision Song Contest, and Melodifestivalen is just the Swedish tryouts for this. And to make it all the more fun an interesting (read: to make more money) they've for a few years now been making this into a whole series of shows, with people going through to the finals, or to the second chance, where another two songs will make it to the finals. Yesterday was the third week, and as always there were just so many fabulous songs that it was impossible to choose which one to vote for.

Wrong. There was one song that I liked, and one only. And I would never ever sink so low as to call in and vote for a song in Melodifestivalen. Melodifestivalen is a parody of what good music is all about. The only reason I watch it is to make fun of the participants and to feel slightly embarrassed about the deteriorating taste in music in Sweden. The host, a popular Swedish comedian, is the only thing worth watching. She's hilarious, and sometimes a bit cruel to the contestants, but being in the public eye, they really should know how to handle that.

I'd say that one decent song and one absolutely horrendous song made it to the finals, while one good song and one decent made it to the second chance. And I'll be watching, of course. Because no matter how bad it is, and no matter that I never cease to be amazed by the utter crappiness of the show, I still have to watch it, see who wins and then degrade the artist and the whole Swedish population for having such appalling taste.

I had a lovely time at Matilda's, though, with good company, good wine and a far too big bowl of chips right in front of me. Good thing I started off my day by going to the gym!

Too bad I can't say the same about today. I should go out for a walk or something, but there's snow on the ground and it somehow seems to be both raining and snowing at the same time and it's just not the most tempting weather to go out in. Yesterday I was trying on some spring clothes, getting in a really good mood when thinking about spring's imminent arrival. As I walked home in the snow that started falling last night, spring felt more distant than ever and it certainly isn't looking any better today. Maybe one more day of escaping reality and watching Sex and the City isn't so bad after all.