When a Girl Becomes a Viking: December 2010

Now that I have finished finals and almost completely defeated the Norwegian plague I have been harboring for the last week...I feel like I should put a somewhat amusing post up. Ill try. So I'm going to tell you the story of a recent event in Norway that made me laugh so hard I cried. It involves a Viking, a mischievous redhead and a room full of witnesses. So it begins...
The weekend before finals I went out to get a couple drinks with Libby, Yngve and a new character Vebjørn. To say Vebjørn is a big guy is a bit of an understatement, he weightlifts with Yngve and is expected to make the Olympics in London 2012. Not only is he tall, but lets just say would want him on your side if you were ever in a bar fight. We decide on a mellow bar and all have to show our IDs. You have to be 23 to get in but Libby charmed her way in as she is 21 and Vebjørn who is only 20 looked down at the bouncer and said "Do I need to show my ID?" The bouncer quickly shook his head no and let him in. Funny thing is Vebjørn is more like a big jolly teddy bear than some intimidating guy...but you gotta do what you gotta do.
Anyways when we sat down Libby and I were looking at all the mixed drinks and commenting on them. I said "Ooooh look they have one called the San Francisco!" and Libby says "Ooooh they have Cosmos!" This is quickly forgotten as the night goes on until Vebjørn comes back to the table and says, "You tricked me!" We look up to see this giant man sitting there holding a giant fluorescent pink Cosmopolitan which looks like a cutsy little Barbie glass in his hands and he explains glumly "You said they were good." After about 5 minutes of laughter at the sight of it Libby asked him, "Havent you ever seen Sex in the City?" He tells her no and explains that he for some reason (which is still unclear to me) he thought it was a manly drink. So he went up to the bar and ordered a Cosmopolitan. The bartender looked and him and asked confused, "You want a Cosmopolitan?" and Vebjørn thinking it was a manly drink looked at the female bartender, nodded emphatically and said, "Oh yeah!" He then explained the shock that came over him when he was given the girliest drink he could have possibly ordered and then had to walk through the bar with it while he claims everyone was staring. Now, I know people at home are probably thinking, "oh they probably just assumed it is for his girlfriend" No dice. This is Norway the land of equality where woman get offended if I guy buys them a drink. So he had to sit there holding this dainty triangular glass with bright pink liquid uncomfortably sipping out of it with one pinky up because all his fingers wouldnt fit on the glass, until I showed him mercy and switched my rum and coke with it. So, now when he comes over and drinks he brings what he refers to as "Viking blood" and is a dark blackish drink he pounds as a shot. Compensation. But everytime he tries to act all manly Viking we are right there to remind him, "Hey Vebjørn, want a Cosmo?" Priceless.