Yarr well it was a couple of days ago but as I was signing off for the night ("night" as in... 7 or 8 am...) I realized I had a nearly full bottle of wine in my room. Now I don't know anything about wines, but don't they like, react with the oxygen or something once you open the bottle? Anyways, point is I didn't want it to turn bad, so I figured I might as well finish it off instead of heading to bed right away. It felt... right...
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So yeah I poured a glass, then another one. And you know, the wine was really fruity and easy to drink, so I ended up finishing the whole damn thing. It wasn't enough for me to get super-drunk, but I was definitely "under the influence" so to speak. I had a small glass of whiskey-grappo mix as well for good measure, and then decided it was such a lovely autumn morning that I should go outside for a walk.
It's around 9 am now I guess, maybe 9:30. Most people have headed off to work but there's still quite a few people outside...
That's when it happens.
We have a Mormon Church in town, and every year they bring in a new group of American Mormons who are tasked with knocking doors and such, trying to convert people. Since they have a very specific dress code I recognized two of these guys, and so I walked over to them and struck up a conversation.
They were really nice at first, because they didn't realize I was completely trashed. Anyways, they started getting suspicious when I steered their conversation about God or whatever to a conversation about ice cream flavours. I started going on about how I liked chocolate better than vanilla, and then I said something like "vanilla people are so silly" and then I started giggling.
They were about to bid me good day by now, but I went on to say: "In fact, come to think of it, it would be hella lot funnier if I said I liked RASPBERRY flavoured..." (That wouldn't have been very funny in Swedish, but we were speaking English, whatwith them being from the States and all) Then I gave them the most serious look I could muster and went: "You might find this hard to believe, but I have a tickling fetish."
They said something like "Good day to you sir" and walked away, while I laughed hysterically. Then I don't remember much after that aside from deciding to head home again, but I might have been yelled at by some old lady on the way. Not sure though... Then I woke up in the afternoon and felt mildly nauseous, but I recovered pretty quickly.
🙂 I'm just glad I didn't decide to take the train into Gothenburg, because I remember thinking about it before I spotted the mormons...
Also, can't believe I haven't blogged about this yet
😱 I guess I sorta just forgot as I've had a lot of things on my mind lately with the upcoming exam, as well as several other distractions.