The Adventures of Sue and Mo

. . .Still in Sweden

2009-10-25T10:31:00.000-07:00

I was going to write ‘after the party’ but there was no ‘after’. It was still going strong when Sue and I left with Per at around 5am and we dossed at his place. We all kind of surfaced at midday and judging by their beige faces and pissholes-in-the-snow eyes, the other two were feeling as grim as me. Per took us out for brunch. Chitchat was non-existent until the coffee and croissants had kicked in. Then Per suddenly got enthusiastic about us driving out to a forest only twenty minutes from Stockholm to visit a friend of his. Sue said “Beautiful” in this dreamy, let’s-see-where-it-goes way she has but I was thinking mud, midges and fir trees. I mean, I can only take so many fir trees, know what I mean?

Mikael, this mate of Per’s, lives in a log cabin. He was prickly first off because we’d turned up without warning, but he was OK when Per gave him a bottle of Campofiorin Masi and he offered to cook us spaghetti. He turned out to be a really cool guy. They both are. Mikael took a shine to our red wheels. So we did a deal: our wheels for his ice silver BMW plus a dozen bottles of Prosecco and another of Cointreau thrown in. He’d had a lot of wine by then. We all had. It was hugs all round from Per. And then some. That Per likes his hugs.

Sue and I headed off the next morning, no destination in mind. My turn to drive. I glanced across at Sue. Her skin was gleaming gold and she had a secret smile on her face. I said: “Hey, is that a man’s shirt you’re wearing?” Answer: “Oh… I guess.” She can be so deliberately vague when she wants to be.

Photos courtesy of Connie Lundren, Eva the Weaver and Social is Better.

THE MAN FROM THE NORTH

2009-10-25T10:24:00.001-07:00

Grey skies and contrasts of light

And water, water everywhere
The sea, a song and lingering nights
A smile yearning to appear

The man from the north looked into my eyes
Reflected in his were signs of life
Captured deep beneath the ice

In his hands he held my heart
And in a storm he disappeared

[you can listen to the song here]

Photo courtesy of S. Alt

2009-09-27T07:21:00.000-07:00

Don’t know how we ended up here. Weird thing is that Sue doesn’t remember either. Last thing we have any sort of clarity on is downing pints of Guinness + blackcurrant with vodka chasers in the Lamb & Flag on Ramsgate quay; then Sue driving our wheels up a ramp onto a random ferry (seemed a good idea at the time) and when we came round - with massive hangovers - we were in Stockholm! Bit surprising. But we decided to go with the adventure. Neither of us had done Sweden before. On the upside, there was a wide choice if you’re into tall blond men but Sue pointed out that men were off the menu for a while. So how come she was the one who hooked up with this guy Per later on? He kept trying to hug us and drag us along to a party. I’m not big on physical contact unless it’s sex but Sue’s more – er – adaptable. Anyway, we ended up having a great time and we definitely want to stay in contact with Per! But I told Sue straight, “You can’t always rely on your intuition, girl.” What’s she like!!

Cut Loose

2009-09-24T10:16:00.000-07:00

You can listen here.

The Adventure of Sue and Mo

My daddy didn't love me the way that he should so I ended up finding it wherever I could
There've been a lot of men -- not always mine
I've never been too good at drawing the line
But I've slowed down, I want someone to care
I'm looking around and there's nobody there
I'm gonna break free, let my spirit unfurl
For an adventure like that, I need another girl

My momma didn't love me as much as she should so I ended up being a girl who's no good
I do what I want and I take what I can
I've loved and left at least 1,000 men
But something is wrong, something's not right
I need something different to make me right
I need to break free, let my spirit unfurl
For an adventure like that, I need another girl

Pack up, cut loose
Get rid of the map and step up the juice
We've got an open top car and jeans that are tight
We're gonna sing at the moon and drive through the night

Wandering around with angry eyes, when I saw Sue I recognized
Had to let go of the past, the broken hearts
Tear down the town and have a new start

I said, "Honey, let's break the rules, let's show those boys that they're just fools"
In it together we can set each other free
'Cuz I was like her and she was like me

Pack up, cut loose
Get rid of the map and step up the juice
We've got an open top car and jeans that are tight
We're gonna sing at the moon and drive through the night

Sue

2009-07-26T22:52:00.000-07:00

My name is Sue. I'm a loner with no attachment to anyone or any place. Attachment keeps you down, brings you down, takes you places you don't want to go. So I lose myself in the sensations of life, seeking pleasures and thrills wherever I go. Sure, some are quite risky, but that's what life is about. Feeling to the max to get filled up to the max. Even though I've done and seen things you couldn't imagine, I still haven't figured out what it's all about. The world is full of beauty and meaning intricately woven together in way that no one else seems to appreciate. So yeah, I seem cold and aloof, because you just don't understand me. Not many people even bother trying. Then came Mo. She recognized me. She saw me. She hopped right into my car to join me on this wild ride!

Mo

2009-07-26T22:51:00.001-07:00

My name’s Mo. When I was a kid people used to say I was a tomboy but the choice was limited at the shithouse otherwise known as Pike’s Road Comprehensive: toughen up and survive; be flimsy and get your face stamped on. If there’d been a GCSE in talking back, I’d have got an A+. As it was, I left before taking any. Since those days I’ve gone through shedloads of crap jobs and crappier men. I never stay long with either. Some guys – the ones who’ve read books on counselling – tell me I’m callous as a defence against getting hurt. Maybe. But show me a loving, reliable guy and I’ll show you whether I can be nice or not. I don’t usually hit it off with other women, particularly if I’ve been shagging their husbands. But Sue’s different. She’s a real mate. Anyone messes with Sue, I’d punch their lights out.