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10 minutes elapsed, so I started typing up a final apology for missing it, and to wish everyone a good time. I was 5 words from finishing the message and hitting Send when a car pulled into the parking lot across the street, the passenger got out, waved to me and said "Hej!"

I'm terrible with faces unless I've met someone 5+ times, but the guy looked familiar, so I just looked quizzically back. He then waved again and said, "Hej, Mog!" Well, this is certainly a turn of events.

Suddenly, @comicdook gets out of the driver's seat. I instantly recognized him, known him for years at this point. I expressed shock at them being there, and they expressed equal shock at me being down in Tungelsta and not at home in Skogås.

They crossed the street, we gave the usual greeting-hugs, and I explained what was up - that I was literally just about to head home, since this trip ended up being a waste of time, except that I got to see them, which was great. Then, an idea hit me.

"I mean, my coworker *did* give his address, it's only about 1.5km away. Dook, would you be willing to drive me there?" "Of course!"

So, the three of us piled into the ferret's car, and off we went. There was some initial consternation, as I misremembered the exact house number, but I was able to get clarification on Slack, and so we arrived. I suggested we should play more Raft soon, then joined the party.

The party itself was great, a vertiable UN of different folks. Two Swedish guys (including our host), three of us being US expats, a most excellent coder from Bulgaria, and a genius tech artist from Russia. Only the Swedes had had surströmming before.

Here's the thing about surströmming, something that gets overlooked in nearly every YouTuber's attempt at eating it: You're not SUPPOSED to eat it plain. Only an idiot would do that.