Midsummer is another great tradition over here.
Midsommar. Oh Midsommar.
When you're a child it's all fun and play. You eat good food, decorate a huge pole with flowers and birch branches (Sweden. Birch branches apparently are very important to us), play with the other kids, sing the "små grodorna" = "little frogs" and dance around the pole, family and music and friends.
Then when you grow older you'll eventually find out that that pole is supposed to represent a huge penis and it's not so much fun anymore.
Midsummer is a fertility celebration.
To this day most kids are, apparently, conceived on the glorious Midsummer nights.
I don't dance around that freaking pole anymore, believe me.
I spent a part of my Midsummer weekend like this:
Alex is always looking for a reason to pull down/up his shirt and he has great abs so it's cool though still, come on dude.
Started off innocently and then it just sort of went downhill after dinner.
Look at mah glorious hair and them fabulous glasses.
Love these guys so much.
That would be all. I just really wanted to throw these pictures out there and forget about the penis-pole.
Goodnight lovelies! (⊙ヮ⊙)