You can call me an outsider because I didn't do what the others did
Who: The Dane and the Norwegian
When: Friday, September 16th
Where: Your local partyware buying establishment of great justice
Why: Kai's soon to be legality is only as strong as Sindre's desire to torment him a little each day, except Kai needs an ID to buy liquor. And someone to test out princess tiaras.
Upon Valdi's suggestion that they should 'celebrate' his 'coming of age' (or rather, his official legality in these here United States that meant he could drink alcohol without someone buying it for him) presented to him a plethora of ideas. He could have a party just the way he wanted to, with the decorations he wanted, a theme he wanted, without the interference of random drunk family member number 75 and their embarrassing baby pictures oh him with his naked ass stuck up in the air. ... It was probably good that Valdi might never meet anyone outside of Søren or his Tante Nadja.
That could be devastating for everyone involved.
But the one thing Kai had not been banking on for his liquor drinking and food eating extravaganza was the actual liquor purchasing part. Money wasn't the issue -- it was this whole not being legal still bullshit, and for some reason no one wanted to sell any to him even though he would be twenty-one soon. The nerve!
.... So, in a moment of desperation (see: in a furious barrage of text messages the night prior), Kai asked someone he thought would give an unbiased opinion of liquor, wares, and party materials to come along with him in the morning so he might construct only the best of twenty first birthdays. At first, Sindre said hell no; after text number ten and a promise of kransekage, however, the date was set.
It was at the hour of early ass o'clock they stood in the doorways of the the grand American all purpose party warehouse of stores, Kai staring wide-eyed at the variety of thing set before him. And it was with much intelligence and early morning stupor he uttered a simple yet powerful phrase with a certain lack of finesse: "Goddamn, Americans really go all out, don't they."
When: Friday, September 16th
Where: Your local partyware buying establishment of great justice
Why: Kai's soon to be legality is only as strong as Sindre's desire to torment him a little each day, except Kai needs an ID to buy liquor. And someone to test out princess tiaras.
Upon Valdi's suggestion that they should 'celebrate' his 'coming of age' (or rather, his official legality in these here United States that meant he could drink alcohol without someone buying it for him) presented to him a plethora of ideas. He could have a party just the way he wanted to, with the decorations he wanted, a theme he wanted, without the interference of random drunk family member number 75 and their embarrassing baby pictures oh him with his naked ass stuck up in the air. ... It was probably good that Valdi might never meet anyone outside of Søren or his Tante Nadja.
That could be devastating for everyone involved.
But the one thing Kai had not been banking on for his liquor drinking and food eating extravaganza was the actual liquor purchasing part. Money wasn't the issue -- it was this whole not being legal still bullshit, and for some reason no one wanted to sell any to him even though he would be twenty-one soon. The nerve!
.... So, in a moment of desperation (see: in a furious barrage of text messages the night prior), Kai asked someone he thought would give an unbiased opinion of liquor, wares, and party materials to come along with him in the morning so he might construct only the best of twenty first birthdays. At first, Sindre said hell no; after text number ten and a promise of kransekage, however, the date was set.
It was at the hour of early ass o'clock they stood in the doorways of the the grand American all purpose party warehouse of stores, Kai staring wide-eyed at the variety of thing set before him. And it was with much intelligence and early morning stupor he uttered a simple yet powerful phrase with a certain lack of finesse: "Goddamn, Americans really go all out, don't they."