17 Mai, the roof and the horror of a floating bunny head

This year I started a new tradition of refusing to go anywhere near Karl Johan and all the traditional festivities of the 17th of Mai. I think that was one of the best ideas I've had this year. I slept in, had a nice breakfast and eventually meandered over to the Sofienberg park about five-hundred meters to my left, had my first beer, went to Kuba parken (literally, right outside my window) for some more parkly fun in the semi-sun and when that was all over I brought my friends (new and old) to the magical roof!
Where you find the prettiest little hippies!
Romance of the gorgeous people kind
Magnificent vintage
Oslo at your feet
The highest place you might find yourself peeing at some point
Horrifying floating decapitated cartoon bunnies
Where the play-fighting might take an unexpected turn for the awkward
Blondie never won
Someone might even get their manly earrings ripped out, but theres always a pretty girl to make you feel better

When the alcoholic stimuli has been devoured you pack your essentials and head to Mir (also about five-hundred meters to my left)
Where you give someone the eye and then get hit on and yelled at by old drunks
and loan your bed to a girl with the prettiest eyes you've ever seen!
I will never again have a stressful 17th of May. I will dress up like a pirate, drink like I've forgotten about life, exams and papers and fall in love with Oslo some more!

Hare Krishna