Last night I was out about the town with a posse from the west fjords that I manage to charm enough to get to be the honorary guest. They where very much into the only gay place in town, chiefly because two of them were gay I guess. The others just seemed to think that it happened to be the best place in town.
I actually met the owner of the place and supposedly five others. She seemed very nice but unfortunately she had some kind of strong armed man who clearly felt threatened by my presence because he was really acting in a most provocative way even slapping my face and above all: mentioning hand-ball… fortunately for us all I do not easily take offense, even of the mentioning of sports events…
We went to another place as well dancing on the tables which seem to be customary here. It was a great time and the clock had struck four when we did the first mistake of the evening: someone came up with the idea of going back to the Gay place. By the time we got there after picking up some dim witted Swiss girls it was closed. There was nothing to do but give up and go to sleep. I have been told that Saturday is an even worse day.
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