The Wedding featuring Booze Hounds

This day has been full of unlikely events; Managed to wake up on time, managed to eat breakfast, did not miss the bus back to civilization, did not vomit on the bus, made it to the airport on time without forgetting anything and landed in a snowstorm at Heathrow.

Not very impressed? Well, here is yesterday in brief for you;

Woke up on a mattress at an unchristly hour on my cousins floor next to a fellow booze hound flown in from Teheran, let's call him Masen. We made it to the bus station and suffered a two hour freezing cold trip to Lysekil, where the wedding was set to happen. Needless to say we were not thrilled with the location at that time. At least Masen did not vomit.

As we finally made it to the hotel we met up with the usual suspects: Bägisch, Lången and Kramgo. Due to poor planning skills Bägisch, Masen and myself were to share a single room. It was not big. At all. We had little time to get settled as we had to rush to a social activity arranged for the wedding participants to meet and greet. Cleverly none had informed us that the activity was singing in a group. Lången did not even manage to mime his parts right. After one hour of classy choir performance my hangover got so bad that I had to go hide from the crowd in the bathroom and rest for a while. Phew.

Back in our suite Bägisch farted so bad that he got goose bumps. We dressed in a hurry.

The wedding was great, both the groom and the bride said yes, and our friend the groom smiled like a colgate commercial. Except for the newlyweds there was good food and a free bar. The latter of course let to massive drinking and to rather disastrous attempts to dance with other guests. We closed the bar at an unknown hour and hobbled home. Apparently we fell over at some point and Masen hurt his hip like a senior citizen.

Back at the mansion Masen tried to put our leg hair on fire and we had to wrestle around with him for the lighter. Eventually he gave up, locked himself in the bathroom and fell asleep. Why he chose the bathroom is still a bit of a mystery to me.

Given this you should now be rather impressed by today's successful transit adventures. Fortunately Builders was open and I just finished a fish 'n chips. Jolly good.

Also on the good side the mighty Reds beat the blue sheit at Anfield today, wehee! Residing in Chelsea I have made no loud celebrating since I got home.

Over and out,

P