Tonight was “girl’s night” at the local pub. A group of 8 women who were looking to make new friends had come together to listen to another friend sing.
Talk – almost all done in Swedish (and of which I was comprehending about 80% of WITH answers of my own på svenska) – was varied and good.
Then, the drinks started taking effect. They loosened up. We moved inside the pub to order dinner. More drinks came. Music started.
That’s when the “secret side” of my beloved Swedes came out.
See, for all the stereotypes about how “cold” they can be or how “boxed in” they are with their written rules for behavior (seriously, they have them), once you put Swedes in front of music (and add a little alcohol) a whole ‘nuther side to them opens up.
They ALL know the words to the songs the band plays and they ALL belt them out at the top of their lungs. They clap, they stomp, they cheer, they drink a little more.
But, if you can catch them before they drink too much, and if you yourself are stone cold sober (I don’t drink), then you’ll not be able to do anything except grin and smile and shake your head in disbelief.
It’s happened a few times here for me; being invited to be part of a group of Swedish people when they go out to eat and drink and listen to a band. Every time, I feel so lucky and my love for these people and this culture grows. To see them celebrate life and love each other so openly and warmly makes my own heart sing.
The next day, should you happen to run into the very same people you saw dancing their butts off the night before, it’s entirely possible they will not acknowledge you, but don’t take it personally.
They’ve hidden their secret sides and will wait until the next Friday night singalong to let loose again.