| Lonewolf Ed |
05-07-2016 12:30 PM |
I met a Norweigan couple last night and drank them under the table. Now, that isn't so hard since Norweigans have to pay 4 or 5 times what we do for a beer, so they don't let loose unless they come to Denmark or some country where it is not so expensive. Despite the relative ease of out drinking them, I felt oddly empowered by having more fortitude than a guy named after Thor! I had to lead him back to his own campsite since he insisted I see his tent, meet his dog, and have a beer. His gf, Janne, was pissed at him and stayed at the cafe. I had one brew and left him to pass out. I went back to the cafe and Janne bought me another beer to thank me for seeing him home. He had insisted the campsite was north of the cafe, but it was south. She and I went to another bar nearby to listen to live music and I danced with her. She remarked that I had been drinking strong dark beers all night while she and Tor were drinking light colored pilsners, and I was fine but she and Tor were sloshed. I just shrugged and smiled to myself. I had to point her in the right direction to the campsite, too.
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