The Airportline: Observations

Not everyone can handle the transition from a peaceful existence in nature to the tumbling movements and commotions of the big city. The male cow who moved in at the Airportline headquarter two days ago has tasted this reality. Wait a minute you say, there are no male cow's! Since I can't explain this to all people I will cut and paste my answer to Katharina's comment on my previous cow post here:
there is no place for logic or anatomically correct assumptions in this world. Well, the airportline world that is. But then again, in the real world, plastic cows does not leave the field to move to Amsterdam either. That's what makes airportline so appealing for the general cow population.

Now we can get back to the story. While I am busy scheduling interviews for my thesis, updating a somewhat confusing CV (a confusing life means a confusing CV) and dealing with insurance issues after a car crash I was involved in during the fall, the cow has fallen asleep on a Heineken can. I turn down the music to give him some peace. I look at him and see myself. That's almost as troubling as the insurance papers I'm trying to organize. Then I continue writing on my laptop, pushing down the keys a bit softer. It's me and a cow passed out from Heineken.

Peter Bjorn And John are in Amsterdam. Playing for a now sold out Melkweg. The Airportline serves up some pre-drinks and cow petting before the gig in his luxurious apartment. Some music will be played and some drinks will be drunk. Or we will be drunk and the drinks empty. Here are some songs that will be combined with this occasion:

Phoenix - 1901
Peter Bjorn And John - Nothing To Worry About, Lay It Down, Teen Love, Objects Of My Affection, Young Folks, Amsterdam, The Chills
Sebastien Telliér - Kilometer
Yeasayer - Tightrope
Jenny Wilson - Clattering Hoves
Lykke Li - Complain Department
Lil Wayne - Let The Beat Build

No, you can not suggest music I should play.
Basta.
That's Italian.
And it does not mean pasta.