So.. the blog...
I like to belive there is one, and after 4 failed attempts to write an apology-post for not updating, I've decided to say "Frack that" and pretend nothing happened. To that effect i've started writing backdated posts which i'll upload in a single batch when they're done, ad just pretend they've always been there...
The days seem to be melting into each other this month, for some unknown reason, probably because I've somehow ended up in a state of balance, where i worry less about things. This offcource makes reading my blog even less amusing then me stumbling into a relationship. I'll try to find a way to amuse my readers regardless, all 4 of you.
I recently made a terrible discovery, there is a place in Oslo, where I can buy beer in buckets. What's worse is that the buckets reduce the price of beer to roughly 40% of the normal pub price. I made this startling discovery a few weeks ago, after a series of events landed me a free luncheon consisting of Lobster and Champagne (due to family circumstances, I'll elaborate later) Anyway this, combined with the warmness, and sunniness of the day made me hunger for more alcohol, and I swiftly gathered a group for this purpose.
We made our way up to Cheteu Neuf, the place I had heard served these "beerbuckets" to test the rumours. Now, I feel I have to clarify that the beer is not, to some slight dissapointment, pooured directly into the buckets and sett on the table, rather what you get is a bucket wih 5 bottles of chilled beer in a bucket filled with ice-cubes. An amazing innovation, which gives me new faith in mankinds struggle to better himself and his lot.
After a few hours of this, and about 5 bottles each, one of my comrades recieved word that a freind of hours hed recently (that very day) Come into a bit of money, seven figures of money to be excact. Naturally it seemed natural to invite him to share his wealth with us, less fortunate and share in the glorious discovery we had made. About half an hour later he showed up with the money for ludicrous amounts of beer and allso, to much jeering and public entertainment his ounger sister, and the sport of the evening turned to propositioning her, to his great dissmay... It has to be mentioned theat this sister is 16 and that this adds massive amounts of entertainment to the propositioning.
Eventiuly she left the table for greener, and possibly younger, pastures and we were left, 4 rowdy young men and a woman "of our aquaintance" who is on her way to Svalbard at the time of writing (more on that later as well).
This story has no real morale, other then large quantities of beer makes onee popular with bartenders. Also that quiet summerdays can still hold new discoveries.
