After my Lindy hop class, I caught the subway up to Odenplan and got in a few hours of salsa dancing at Container. I hadn't bothered to put on my sweater on the way there, because I figured I'd be out in the cold for just a few minutes. Then I decided to step into the supermarket on the way so I could grab a liter of milk: gotta have milk in my coffee tomorrow morning, ya know. Naturally, the supermarket's not really on the way, but lies a couple of blocks to the North. So there I was walking in subzero temperatures wearing a shirt soaked in sweat from the Lindy hop class — perhaps not the brightest idea.
When I finally got to Container, I was a bit chilled. Luckily, a few dances did the trick and I was soon warm again. Before long I was once again drenched in sweat. Better warm sweat than cold. I changed shirts and kept dancing. I'd brought spare shirts with me before when going dancing, but I'd never used them before tonight. It's a nice idea. It feels nice to put on a clean shirt when you've been dancing for a couple of hours.
It's a good thing I have my own washer and dryer, because with all the sports and dancing I do, I go through a lot of clothes in a week. Those appliances were the most practical purchase I made last year. Not as fun as my Mac or my D200, but much more practical.
On the walk back to Odenplan, I got a nice shot of Gustav Vasa Kyrkan.