Best jacket buttoning of the evening: Sweden’s Robin. We are so proud of you for managing to button your jacket all by yourself, darling.
Best superpower eyes of the evening: Australia’s Isaiah. If anyone tries to do anything scary in or around Eurovision, just let Isaiah have a look at them, We assure you, they’ll all turn nice in a second.
Yay, yesterday was our first party at EuroClub. And what more appropriate than to attend the Israeli party, where they had great falafel, tons of performances by various artists and the best host ever to be seen on a stage in Kyiv. This is the one day a year where we are allowed to love Israel unconditionally, and we make good use of it, of course. Also, it was very good to do some dancing after stuffing our faces with at least half a kilo melted cheese in a Georgian restaurant.
We have some awards to hand out:
We started wearing cotton again and struggle to not reach Post Eurovision Depression Syndrom yet, but it is kind of hard as we are already back in Norway and here they entered that days ago. Nonetheless. We have quite a few awards to hand out:
Best start of a final evening: The great Thomas G:Son himself, suddenly taking a seat by our dinner table in a friendly neighbourhood restaurant in Stockholm. He might of course have been waiting there for us to show up for days, but we choose to believe it was a coincidence, which is less embarrassing. He hinted at Ukraine winning and even made Schlagerboys like guitars, which now makes us think he has divine powers.
Worst we-really-will-do-anything-to-get-on-tv moment: Us cheering for the rubbish Austrian entry, as a camera man was preparing audience filming close by and we desperately needed to show our faces to our mums at home. We have no integrity left now, but then we didn’t have so much to begin with. And at least we also showed the Georgian flag to 200 million viewers.
Yay, that was one FABULOUS semi final. We are still high on Georgia or a naked Måns Zelmerlöw with woolf or vodka shots or all of the above, but we have a few awards to hand out, nonetheless.
Biggest cheer in the arena: The crowd during and after Australia’s performance. What a great idea of EBU to move Australia to Europe. It really saves us a lot of travelling time, so we’re considering spending New Year’s Eve in Sydney next year.
So, last night was fun. We started off in Globen, where Cyprus, Hungary and Montenegro made us proud and Azerbaijan and Austria made us blush by the thought of showing this to the rest of Europe. Read more about it here.
Off to the Israelian party, after promising ourselves to have a quiet evening and go early to bed, which of course didn’t happen. We spent quite some time in the line outside together with Belarus’ IVAN, marvelling over the level of security and surveillance some uptight countries could pull off. IVAN remained cool and told us body searches also is the latest trend in dictatorships, but the guards did not take us up on the offer to search IVAN for them. Also, we told IVAN how happy we were that he started styling his hair in a manbun, just like we recommended him to on our blog.
Last night it was time for the opening party in Stockholm! With the plebeians kept comfortably at arms length, the Eurovision stars finally got to officially meet and greet each other. But before hogging into the free champagne and finger food at the swanky City Hall, they did their schlager duty and had a stroll down the red carpet to show off their finest rags and feathers.
We did of course miss our own Agnete, which was exactly to be expected. We offered to step in, but strangely we never received a reply to that email. Oh well, it’s their loss! As the organizers obviously preferred to keep us safely behind the barriers we made the most out of it and bellowed as loud as we could to catch the stars’ attention. Here’s a few red carpet highlights for you, with pics by yours truly and our buddies over at EBU.
Hooray and then some, we just refueled on mexican food and remembered we had a fabulous time yesterday!
We started our day in the press center, where we attended Latvia‘s and Poland‘s press conference. Michal Szpak looked great in his David Bowie sweater. We even got to ask him a question, which was such a sad excuse for trying to get ourselves on tv. But he told us his his soul was red and that he also liked Guri’s blue top, which was mostly white. And he said he wanted to touch us in the semi final, which is more than we ever dared to hope for.
This is where we start being melodramatic. We mean, we have just experienced a fantastic week of Eurovision extravaganza, we got a winner we could only dream of and a fantastic celebration of it all and suddenly we find ourselves dressed in cotton on our own filthy sofa without a Maltese knight in sight? Not cool at all.
Europe changed a little last night. Who would have known everyone from Italy to Georgia to Sweden could vote for the bearded diva CONCHITA WURST? We believe in humanity again now. Her thank you speech pretty much sums it up:
This night is dedicated to everyone who believes in a future of peace and freedom. You know who you are. We are unity. And we are UNSTOPPABLE!
Yesterday we decided to not drink so much and not stay up so late. That didn’t work at all, of course. But at least we had a fabulous time as always.
We are still high on Conchita Wurst, who wrote a huge chapter of Eurovision history yesterday. Can we just say we have never experienced anything like the audience during her performance? The roof didn’t just lift, it exploded! And so did we! Currently the Norwegian tabloid VG is claiming Conchita is not a good singer, which pretty much sums up their incompetence, while we really believe she can win now. When someone asked her in the press conference if she would become a real woman, she answered no and that she is a real man. How fab! (S)he truly is a real and amazing person regardless of gender.
Wow, did last night actually happen? We’re not sure as way too much alcohol is still struggling to leave our body.
We started our day as most wanted Norwegian media whores. The number one thing Guri never thought she would have to do was to look a reporter from Norway’s largest newspaper straight in the eye and say “No, I am not Petter Northug’s girlfriend”. That’s what you get for trying to say something about sport when everyone knows Eurovision is what really counts. Oh well, at least she used the opportunity to praise Iceland and show how hard we are working at the press center. Since it is currently the most read news story in Norway you know who to pay for your points on Saturday, Pollapönk.
