Sumo to the rescue.

If you’re like me, you moved into a place that was already furnished by a couple of flatmates who clearly preferred quantity over quality. Most likely, you ended up with one of three of the cheapest IKEA sofas…my guess is the blue one that folds out into a really crappy foam bed that your friend said was comfortable but you realized wasn’t when you woke up with pigeon-neck.

As some of you know, Madsen just turned (dirty) thirty. Unbeknownst to him, I flew to Sweden to help celebrate. Now, Madsen doesn’t have one of those crappy IKEA fold out sofas. Actually, the last time I stayed at his house I was wishing he had. In it’s place, he had this futon couch that sat up against his radiator at an acute angle that caused you to roll in your sleep. No matter how hard I tried to get away from that radiator I just ended up snuggling with it, sweating until I woke (no mercy, Madsen!!). So, in summary, I was actually really scared to go back to Madsen’s for a slumber party.

To my surprise, Madsen had redecorated (that’s what you do when you’re 30) and ditched the futon all together. At first, I was pretty excited as I figured I would be able to just crash on the couch. As the night progressed on and the guest list grew, I started realizing the chance that the couch hadn’t been called was about as good as the chance of me not having a hangover the following day. My excitement turned back into fear.

All of the sudden I spotted a Sumo Lounge bean bag chair sitting in the corner of the room, calling my name. I took a seat, gave it a couple squeezes to make sure it was sleep worthy, then called dibs. The Sumo molded to my body, which, at first, kinda scared me a little. I was reassured the next morning that all was well when i was in the exact position in which i fell asleep, well rested, no pigeon neck. I slept like a baby that night and Im positive it was the Sumo Lounge and had nothing to do with the 8, terrible margaritas, Christian made and forced me to drink that night.

When I left Malmö, I wanted to take the Sumo with me, but while the Sumo can do many things, it cannot fit in an overhead bin.

The End.

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fuzz
April 15th, 2009 at 10:08 am

Ahhh, the blue fold-y sofa. It’s actualy quite comfortable to sit on if you stick a bean bag on top.
And a few cushions.

Anyway, at parties the correct thing to do is get so drunk you can sleep anywhere.


Cuzza
April 16th, 2009 at 8:43 am

Man, I love sleeping on my Sumo. It’s where I crash at my friends house in Seattle whenever I visit her. After my last trip I insisted on getting one and eventually did – Sumo opened an office in Sydney, Australia and I had one shipped to the other side of the freakin country in Perth. It was an ordeal in itself and something I would never wish upon another human but OH GOD IT IS SO COMFORTABLE. I basically lived in it for the first week too. I take it in the back of my car to parties so if I get drunk and need to crash, I have a Sumo to crash on in comfort and style.

Also it is surprising that you guys have a Sumo there, since the only places I’ve heard of them being sold is US/Canada, UK and the new AU/NZ store. Considering the company that Sumo blatently copied, Fatboy, is in Holland I thought it would be easier to get a Fatboy. They’re exactly the same right down to the fashionable red tag.


moritheil
April 16th, 2009 at 12:47 pm

Hah, now that’s an excellent product review. I’m going to have to check that out now.

Also, very interesting to get a look at the mind of Mr. Madsen from a different perspective.



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