Cheers Darvy
Hmmm where to begin.
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During my time in Chemical engineering at the Norwegian University of Science and Technolgoy (yeah NUTS). At one preeparty at my flat, we shared alot of chemically destilled 96% etOH which i had made myself at the laboratory. Later on we went to a student managed bar, and my best friend decided to do "the shots". It was a challenge of different shots, it added up to about 1 liter of 40% spirits. He ended it in 7 minutes. Me and the rest of the crowd got our hands on 3 dl straight Jaeger drinks and downed them like beers. Suddenly I was standing outside the bar, trying to unlock the door with my house-key. It was mid-winter and it was about -10 degrees, and i couldn't figure out the way home. I went round in circles until i met a taxi. When i got home there were alot of people lying around, sleeping on the floor, on the couch and in the shower, but all the beds were empty. My friend doing the shots was missing though, and the next day he called me from the hospital, limber from the CPR, he ran away from the hospital in fear of the doctors intent to dissect him and sell his organs on the black market.
During a two week holiday in Sunny Beach bulgaria;
the same friend managed to fall asleep in a sun bed by the beach at night. When we found him, someone had buried his face in sand. OFC we woke him up before removing the sand, rendering his eyes useless.
We got a chance at a gig at a livebar, but one of the band members, just had to throw his drink in the managers face. We had to run to escape the bulgarian bear-looking bouncer.
At one point we ended up in an alley behind a stripclub because a guy got sick during a taxi ride. We had to fend off the prostitutes with anything we could find, namely parasoles. (This is the moment of my life that felt the closest to real life the walking dead)
At the start of the second weeek, more friends arrived. One of my oldest friends, straight of the plane, started to do a shot competition. Needless to say, he got utterly shitfaced, and suddenly dissapeared. I went looking for him, showing his picture in different bars, but sadly I was not aware of the fact that a nod means no in Bulgaria. It seemed to us that my friend had been to all the bars in all of Sunny beach. I tried to bribe the police into looking for him, and I tried calling the hospital but to no avail. So in my final frustration i got the number to the norwegian embassy in Burgas, and woke the poor diplomat. He refused to help me. I told him his name and his face were going to be all over Norwegian tabloids if something happend to my friend. I got the number to a police director in Nessebar and during my talk with him, my friend called one of the girls, asking for his home adress. I hung up on the police, and it turned out my friend had been trying to get home, when someone attempted to rob him. He fought off the robbers and realized he didn't know which hotel he stayed at. So he tried to get a room at the closest hotel, but was sent to the hospital in an ambulance. His doctor, DR. Camel drove him home. It took several hours for him to call us because he forgot to type in the Norwegian 0047.
Tl;dr
Sleeping in the shower,
blackout,
limber from CPR, escaping the hospital in fear of dissection,
fending of zombie-prostitutes with parasols
blackmailing the norwegian embassy for VIP police contacts.