Its Swedens turn to host the Nordic games, this year. Uppsala became ground for participants from all over Scandinavia. The SLU student pub had planned an evening bash to welcome all athletes and stir them up with some new friends. Little did I know that it turned out to be one of a kind evening.
Wednesday evenings are usually laid back, with mostly mature lot occupying their favourite seats in various Nations. I was catching up with some friends over dinner at V'Dalas. The club sandwich I had ordered was much too impressive. Cycled back to Ultuna campus (where I live) to hear loud noises reverberating from the pub. It was the busiest and most colorful, with teams from respective countries in their chosen colours- the Finnish were in purple, Danish in red and white and Norwegians in green. Not that it made a big difference in mingling about. The pub usually operates with a manageably drunk customers, on ordinary days, but not then. Teams were drunk beyond belief and dancing over the tables. As much as I'd like to say its a rare and lovely, sight, it wasnt. Atleast, not to the poor maitre d'pub who had to politely ask each and every Calisthenics artist to step down, after which in their drunken boorish minds, they climbed right back. Me and only a handful of friends I was with were sober enough to laugh and notice these things. A bunch figured out a way to keep the maitre d happy by choosing to dance on chairs rather than the table- a loophole they tactfully used, I thought.
The outside of the pub were smokers, some making out and some rambling about their conquests. Met a Norwegian guy who was speaking english better than an Englishman. He was switching between regional accents- Jordie, Cockney, Scouse and Irish. I wondered if it had anything to do with him being piss drunk at that time. He had a Mohican hairdo of which he had no recollection of why it was so. That, added to a tickle in my funny bone.
The dancefloor- typical. What caught my eye was that people actually united, they didnt want to be recognised by the color of the tee shirt they were wearing, so, many lost it. I dont know if it was too stuffy and warm in there because of the large number. Witnessed a Danish member doing things that could only be a reminiscence of the most controversial/funny/iconic excerpt with Sacha Baron Cohen and Ken Davitian from the movie 'Borat'. It became one of those nights where one could say, "what happens here, stays here".
I guess every normal person has had his share of drunk experiences. One would understand why its easier to lose sanity when you are away from home, amongst complete strangers, losing any inhibitions you have, simply cutting loose. I hope all athletes were nice and rosy when they woke up today and took part in the events that start this morning.
There are no pictures from this night as an act of self preservation. Good luck, crazy athletes!
Wish you would have clicked some pics of the wild night :)
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