Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Went skiing last week in Megève, France with Linda, Svenja, and Ben. We drank all day and all night and ate everything expensive and fattening we saw.
Here is a photo of lunch at 2,000 meters.
And one of lovely Linda as well in a sexy ski pose.
Svenja and Ben are pretty sexy too considering they have like 5 kids and work as financial analysts in the City. How the fuck do they do it?
But they are not as sexy as me! Look how beat/literary I look in this bar chatting up the chalet girls.
And finally here is me again drinking at noon and eating soupe a l'onion. My Mom tells I'm the handsomest sloth in the world. I say it's more fun to drink and eat than ski.
Monday, January 08, 2007
All hail the Axe Anti-Hangover Shower Gel, without which I wouldn't be alive today.
No really. New Year's lasted long into the night. I met lot's of new people and partied all night. I want to say that New Years in Sweden kicks the shit out of New Year's in the States. People really get into fireworks and drinking here. You could die with all the amateur displays out there.
In effect it's like 1,000 mini fireworks displays happening all at the same time all over the city. No firemen, no police, no barges like in the States. The best thing to do is to get high (in elevation!) and watch in awe. It lasts all night, really.
For people who like to explode things and kill and maim so much, The USA has some some pussy fireworks laws (and thus displays) in comparison. Viewing one of them would lead you to believe it was a civilized country. Probably the fireworks laws got passed in the 70's when Carter was in power and all the Republicans were either on quaaludes or devilishly planning the Reagan years.
One Swede told me that fireworks were the only good use for gun powder and it's fitting that the USA would ban them from the public. Ha ha. Merry New Year. May it be the best one yet for drinking, smoking, and screwing. And the worst one yet for hangovers and killing and maiming (fat chance).