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The First Rule of Viking Happy Hour
…and how not to end up waking up naked on a Norwegian fishing boat
It’s Friday, I’m in Norway, the local pub about to open up.
So, of course…
I’m going drinking with Vikings.
Many of you may have seen the TV show “Vikings,” if not, then I’m sure you know Thor from “The Avengers.”
Am I right?
Then it’s likely when I shared that I was going drinking with Vikings, the first images you conjured were of 6'5" homies, beards past their chins, a darkened beer hall on a hillside, and of course, a beer stein made out of rams horn hoisted above one’s head.
Well, hate to burst your medieval bubble, but…
We’re going to a Thai restaurant first.
Prolly grab some spring rolls. Maybe a bottle of lite beer. You know, take it easy before heading to the pub, and besides…gotta watch them calories, ya know. Even modern-day Vikings have Instagram, and who wants to peep a pic of a chubby Norseman.
You picking up what I’m puttin’ down?
After maybe the second-order of spring rolls and a nice side salad (dressing on the side), we’ll walk over to the pub. It’s called…
