Viser opslag med etiketten Christmas. Vis alle opslag
Viser opslag med etiketten Christmas. Vis alle opslag
søndag den 25. december 2011
mandag den 7. november 2011
Did you know..?
.. That I can't handle shots? Well, now you do.
This weekend turned out to be one of the most alcoholic ones for me in months! The last time I drank this much several days in a row was when I went to Berlin with my friend in August. Wow. And apparently I need to rebuild my drinking-stamina. Or I could just keep being the weak-drinker I was meant to be. Maybe.
Friday was J-day. The one day of the year on which the Christmas beer comes to the bars. Of course I had to go out on such a nice Friday evening with a couple of friends and a festive mood. Never mind the fact I was to work at 6 in the morning the next day. Work is NEVER a good excuse to turn down a night out with your friends. Remember it!
Oh what a nice evening it was! Free Christmas beer and a sparkling pin too! What more could you ask for?? I sincerely couldn't come up with something during all the dancing. Dancing. Hah. I like how that word makes everyone think of something cool and nice, but when I talk about me dancing I'm seriously not thinking of the likes. Nope, I think the ugliest dance ever imaginable! Take one look and you would think I was crazy to perform such an act in public. Social suicide if you'd like.
Which is why I can't crack this one. During dancing with my friends someone came up to me and said she was asking on her friend's behalf, how old I was. Was this a troll? Did she mean to ask me how old I was because I was a. dancing like a dork or b. dressing like a deranged Dane? Or was it other reasons that made this girl ask her friend if she could ask me how old I was. I'll probably never know.
My friends thought I should have said 42.
This weekend turned out to be one of the most alcoholic ones for me in months! The last time I drank this much several days in a row was when I went to Berlin with my friend in August. Wow. And apparently I need to rebuild my drinking-stamina. Or I could just keep being the weak-drinker I was meant to be. Maybe.
Friday was J-day. The one day of the year on which the Christmas beer comes to the bars. Of course I had to go out on such a nice Friday evening with a couple of friends and a festive mood. Never mind the fact I was to work at 6 in the morning the next day. Work is NEVER a good excuse to turn down a night out with your friends. Remember it!
Oh what a nice evening it was! Free Christmas beer and a sparkling pin too! What more could you ask for?? I sincerely couldn't come up with something during all the dancing. Dancing. Hah. I like how that word makes everyone think of something cool and nice, but when I talk about me dancing I'm seriously not thinking of the likes. Nope, I think the ugliest dance ever imaginable! Take one look and you would think I was crazy to perform such an act in public. Social suicide if you'd like.
Which is why I can't crack this one. During dancing with my friends someone came up to me and said she was asking on her friend's behalf, how old I was. Was this a troll? Did she mean to ask me how old I was because I was a. dancing like a dork or b. dressing like a deranged Dane? Or was it other reasons that made this girl ask her friend if she could ask me how old I was. I'll probably never know.
My friends thought I should have said 42.
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