been to a party when you walk into the room and:
-A Guy who greets you wears a full-blown Viking gear, complete with a metal helmet and a carved-out cow horn.
-There is a guy who only wears ski underwear, head to toe, that is flaming red.
-The same guy gives you chocolates and you wonder where those chocolates have been.
-All 200 people in the room wear a Norwegian wool sweater.
-There are dogs everywhere.
-70- year old man introduces you to everyone as his girlfriend.
-Half of the 200 people are blind.
-There is a lady on the stage who is chanting in Norwegian and pops balloons at the end.
-Most of the 200 people and the dogs get up and start "a snake" around the room by dancing to the tunes of John Denver.
Yep, I went to that party last Friday night. I had a great time. Wish you were there.
-A Guy who greets you wears a full-blown Viking gear, complete with a metal helmet and a carved-out cow horn.
-There is a guy who only wears ski underwear, head to toe, that is flaming red.
-The same guy gives you chocolates and you wonder where those chocolates have been.
-All 200 people in the room wear a Norwegian wool sweater.
-There are dogs everywhere.
-70- year old man introduces you to everyone as his girlfriend.
-Half of the 200 people are blind.
-There is a lady on the stage who is chanting in Norwegian and pops balloons at the end.
-Most of the 200 people and the dogs get up and start "a snake" around the room by dancing to the tunes of John Denver.
Yep, I went to that party last Friday night. I had a great time. Wish you were there.
The Viking guy from the distance.
My old neighbor and "date" for the night, Dale from Minnesota.
2 comments:
Seriously, Marja, the adventures you have... That is hilarious! I hope you didn't eat the chocolates. You may turn into a big, red dude wearing ski underwear.
I wanna know where that party was and who threw it. Sounds like a blast!
But, really, where are the pics?
You ARE Larsen, Marja Larsen! I wouldn't TOUCH the chocolates! What was the party? Who threw it? Did you get Dale's number? I think the checkout lady in WalMart who gave me her ENTIRE life story while holding my box of Special K cereal in her hand is looking for a nice gentleman to take her out of her misery. Dale might be the man to save us both.
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