Dinner tasted good, and so did the wine. 2 bottles a person good. Sofie didn’t drink any wine. She drank liquor, moonshine You call it? The homebrewn stuff, illegal in most countries?
I don’t know.
Later on we went dancing. John Travolta might not be proud uf us, but he would take notice.
Pete got accompanied by some drunk women.
I explained the situation to him.
“People who’re equally far from being sober are drawn to each each other. They can spot one another across the room. Sober ladies don’t want too look at you, even if they had sunglasses on them, but to the drinkers, You’re the closest thing to Cassanova possible.”
Makes sense.
Heat is clinging on to this foul country. It’s gotta have something to do with the ozonlayer. Nothing else could produce such a desertlike urban atmosphere.
Normally I wouldn’t mind, but Im using up my stock of t-shirts dangerously fast (’cause You sweat about 12 pint’s a day), and I don’t like doing laundry.
Midsummer is coming up, another heathen holiday, where You drink schnaps, eat bad tasting fish and the have another schnaps. Everything washed down with a few beers.
Midsummer is suppoose to be a celebration of the sun but my guess is more it’s a celebration of alcohol.
There I go again, talking about alcohol. Im not a good rolemodel for any young readers that might pass by. One day, I might even encourage smoking pot. But that day, is not today.
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