Did you know there are ice hotels in Scandanavia-Quebec-Alaska? Sleep on an ice bed. Walk on an ice floor. Brrrrrrrr - I don't get it.

This is an ice bar in just a regular (gorgeous) hotel in Stockholm. Would much rather have had that Swedish vodka  in a glass tumbler in an air conditioned room, sitting on a stool at a wood and steel bar but then, I'm just a fuddy duddy (old fart).

The outfit (cobalt blue insulated parka long enough to sit on with slits for insulated mittens attached with strings) is not becoming. The vodka's better in Russia. It's damn cold sitting on an ice bench at an ice table drinking out of an ice tumbler looking at some ice sculptures, ice walls, ice floors, and GenX'ers enjoying this stoopid novelty.  

Ten minutes was more than enough freezing time.  Does my smile say anything other than "get me outta here"?  (It took half a dozen snapshots to get even that smile from me - my daughter alternately coaxing and yelling "smile.")

However, my GenX daughter and son-in-law loved it for their full 45 minutes (the management actually has to limit the time spent in this freezing room to accommodate all the - shall we be nice and call them "novelty seekers"?). My GenX'ers will probably use one of the dozens of pictures of them grinning with their heads poked through an ice sculpture for their Christmas card. 

Too much for me so I left, returned my parka to the holding room  and went downstairs to the (gorgeous) lobby and people watched (so many six foot tall blond women - and men!!!) while I waited for the kids to get enough vodka and freezing time.

Ice bars are just stoopid.