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Exciting title, eh?

 

Well, I doubt you'll find the content as interesting, but if you're past halfway to 50 it may cheer you up.

 

When I woke up this morning, I was a little confused to say the least. First thing that met me in the hall when I was headed for the bathroom was this:

 

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Whatever happened last night...

 

Since the kitchen was closest, I checked it out first:

 

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Hmm, starting to get suspicious. I think someone might have indulged themselves in alcohol related activities last night...

 

...and what do you know; the livingroom:

 

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Right, my birthday party! We were close to 20 people in our very small livingroom, and it was a blast! I vaguely remember popping a Champagne bottle inside there, and the fact that my feet stuck to the floor proved it. Gave me a nice flashback to our parties when I was 16 or so.

 

Did my liquor survive?

 

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What a pleasant surprise! Besides a little Cognac, most of it survived intact. As I inspected the room a little closer, I soon discovered something horrible however...Homer didn't make it:

 

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R.I.P Homer :)

 

We had only known each other for a few days, but I will mourn this loss! He said the following repeatedly during the party:

 

Homer: "Mmmm, beer makes me go..."

Marge: "Crazy?"

Homer: "Don't mind if I do!"

Homer: "Hiii hiii, hoo hoo, ahhhhhhh!!"

 

Now well, I still have the other one. Staro Pramen is Czech and means "Old spring". The opener first plays the sound of a bottle opening and being poured into a glass, and then a male voice says "Real men drink Staro Pramen" in Czech :)

 

As it turned out, someone had forgotten his "Snus":

 

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This is sort of like chewing tobacco, except you just keep it under your lip for a while. Stronger than cigarettes really, as it goes directly into your blood. I think they are exporting it in larger scale now, but it is mostly used in Scandinavia as far as I know. This is the one most people think of when you say "Snus". It's called "General", and it's made in Sweden. There are also a version of this that comes in small "bags" or "filters". It's called "Girlie snus", but it's popular at certain parties. If you dip the "bags" in VERY strong alcohol, and put it under your lip, you'll get alcohol directly into your blood ;). Am I getting off track here?

 

Anyway, as I went to the bathroom, another surprise awaited me. I'M A BLONDE!!!

 

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How the hell did that happen!?! After a quick check downstairs, I confirmed that it's only a temporary situation. Thank the maker! :lovetammy:

 

As I thought this over, I remembered. Two girls at the party brought the hair colour as a birthday present, and put it in for me after consuming large quantities of alcohol. One of them even guaranteed me that with my fine new golden curls I would pick up a girl when we went out. If I didn't, she would be at service. A very...noble thing of her to promise I though, and therefore did absolutely NOTHING to pick up a girl. When I came to collect however, she didn't keep her promise. Very disappointing end of a fine evening of heavy drinking, but all in all I'm quite pleased with my birthday celebration :)

 

So, what's the point of all this rant? Is there a moral to this story? Well, as a matter of fact there is! Turning 26 can be a really scary experience for some people. I'm terrified whenever January 28th gets near, as I like being a "young partyanimal". But what I discovered last night is that the saying "You're no older than you feel" is true! The party we had last night was as spectacular as anything we had when I was 16, and the rant farther up is my proof. I might not be 16 anymore, but I sure felt that way this morning. Getting older isn't all that scary after all, so don't break down crying just because you're PAST halfway to 50. If you're over 50 however, CRY! :) Only thing that could have made last night more perfect would be waking up with a girl 5-10 years my junior at my arm...

 

...where does Paradise fit into all this you ask? Well, the area where I live in is called Paradise :)

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Your Paradise rules!!! Great :) rant Slaughter and I think you have alot of cleaning to do.

You bet! So hung over and all that cleaning...what started as a nice day turned sour soon enough... :lovetammy:

 

PS: Your hair looks orange ;)

Yeah, I noticed that too. I was supposed to be a blonde. Now well, one of the other girls at the party is a hair dresser, so I'll have to pay the salon she works in a visit this week I guess.

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You bet! So hung over and all that cleaning...what started as a nice day turned sour soon enough... ;)

At least you didn't have to clean up a busted door. That looked like a real mess! :lovetammy:

 

I had fun trying to count the number of empties in those pics, Slaughter. I come up with roughly 120. Divide that over 20 people and it comes to a 6-pack per person. (Of course, this neglects the bigger bottles present). Not a bad number, especially since those beers were better quality (I love Pilsner Urquell). Do you have an accurate count on those bottles and cans?

 

Oh, and fire the hairdresser. Blonde would look good on you, if only it actually was blonde. That slight orange hue looks gross. :)

 

- Zombie

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I never guessed how suitable that avatar would be for you when I first spotted it... :)

Got that right! ;) I went by the name "Olav the drunk" (doesn't translate well) when I was 16 :)

 

@Zombie: Sorry, I don't. I'm pretty confident you lost a few however, as I found empty bottles in the bathroom! :lovetammy: I never counted however, as I was a wreck.

 

@Thor: Lovely! :)

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At least your friends were too drunk to find the Glenfiddich. ANd I like the way you went into mourning for a bottle opener!

 

I'm glad I'm turning 30 next month. I can stop pretending to like clubbing!

 

I hate the horrible music, the lasers, the need to bellow to be heard by somebody three feet away and the crowds of drunken women. I even hated it when I was at university. And then there is the great British tradition of getting into a punch-up when you're drunk. The Royal Navy used to issue each sailor with a pint of rum per day to give its men what the British call DUTCH courage.

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Hehe. Well it was å really good party. ;) And since i have some more pictures from the party...... :)

 

Let the girls go wild. Hehe :)

https://www.raulandshuset.com/modules/coppermine/albums/userpics/10002/normal_jvm1000~13.jpg

 

He seems happy with the result. :)

https://www.raulandshuset.com/modules/coppermine/albums/userpics/10002/normal_jvm1010~15.jpg

 

https://www.raulandshuset.com/modules/coppermine/albums/userpics/10002/normal_jvm1028~13.jpg

 

Then it`s time to party. :lovetammy:

https://www.raulandshuset.com/modules/coppermine/albums/userpics/10002/normal_jvm1036~11.jpg

 

https://www.raulandshuset.com/modules/coppermine/albums/userpics/10002/normal_jvm1042~8.jpg

 

https://www.raulandshuset.com/modules/coppermine/albums/userpics/10002/normal_jvm1058~5.jpg

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