Tuesday, 3 November 2009

The Coolin' Shot Glass Story

So this is the story of the Coolin' Shot glass. This story starts on the last night of our school trip to Paris which also happen to be the night before my 19th Birthday. So the night starts with all 3 classes on the trip finishing dinner and making way to an Irish pub called Coolin' that we(frede, ask, mathias, morfar, stas, celina and i) had found the night before. So we get there and start by sitting outside enjoying a few cold carlsbergs and desperados. After that we all go inside and decide that we are now going to take a few absinthe shots since they not that expensive. After ive done maybe 2-3 shots i get served a few beers and i am told that theres only a few minutes before my birthday. So at just a little after 12 i get birthday songs in English, danish and a very distorted one in French. When i'm done downing the few beers i've gotten we have to run and make the last train back to where our hotel was.

So we rush into the train and we're all happy and drunk singing and having fun. at one point i notice that jose and some others get off the train and she looks like she feels like shit. We later find out she ends up going to the hospital to almost get the alcohol pumped out of her system. Thats what happens when you down a few shots of absinthe and drinks almost right after each other.

Anyways so we're on the train and happily singing when a dude walks onto the train with a guitar and starts playing "Wonderwall" and then we go crazy happy and sing our hearts out.

So once we get to where our hotel is we go to the bar close by that loves us since we drink a lot compared to their normal customers. and we have fun there for a few hours and get even more drunk. Theres some drama at some point but we still have fun. So at around 3-4ish Morfar, Ask and I go back to our room. And Morfar decides to pull out some south of france spirit that he got from his mom to days before.

The south of france spirit

and out of his other pocket he pulls out a shot glass and gives it to me saying "This is the glass we took absinthe shots in and its your birthday present." I smile like a little kid and say lets do this. So i take a shot, ask takes one, martin takes one. Ask goes to bed. I take a shot, morfar takes a shot, i take a shot, etc... After a few shots i decide " Hey, i'm gonna go to bed now " so i fall onto the bed and martin continues taking shots until he finishes the bottle.

maybe an hour later my eyes pop open and i think to myself "fuck, i have to puke....No wait... i dont... wait yes yes i do, i do..... no...noo...nooooooooo i dont...." i continue arguing with myself until i decide to slowly get up and walk to the bathroom. as i make my way slooowly i slip on a shoe fall and smack head first into the wall. This sets the systems going and i feel food and alcohol from the last few hours start rising up again so i rush and open the door of the toilet and explode. I hit everything but the toilet. when i was done i look down, think to myself... fuuuck me.

The next thing i remember is someone banging on out door shouting "YO we have to leave in 10 min" I get up and the first thing i think is "why the fuck am i naked" i wake up Morfar and Ask and start throwing some cloths on and everything else into my bag. i sit on the bed to get my socks on and then i realize that the bed is wet. i don't have time to think more about it so i rush and we make it in time even though we left a few socks, underwear and beer bottles in the room.

So get down and everyone that joined us last night looks like shit. All we had to do that day was listen to a presentation at the Danish Church on Champ d'Elysees. On our way their Morfar comes up to me and says
"dude, ive only slept 2 hours and im still drunk and..... i think i pissed in the bed"
and i respond
"ok...... so thats why the bed was wet....so i was sitting in your piss..... you know what.... i'm to tired to care"

the rest of the day we spend walking at a slow wobbly pace to the church, then danish embassy, Macdonalds and the airport back to wonderfully Denmark.

So now in memory of that night, every time Morfar and I are gonna drink and we're at my place, we always take shots with that glass and retell the story if someone who doesn't know it is present.

Argh i miss it. Love you Morfar !!!


2 comments:

  1. What a wonderful story but im not impressed with the spelling mistakes will..:)

    Luca

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  2. fuck you luca :P you try and check every thing after you ve written so much and are tired as hell.


    love you

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