I did it. I beat my husband-to-be by four. I got drunk, or my friends got me drunk, four times at my bachelor party August 23 (Yes – this blog has suffered from a severe dry spell the past month, but I hope my one blog subsriber will forgive me).
This is what my best man had me do:
1. Down a bottle of Champagne at 10 in the morning after a 40-minute run.
2. Play sports games for two hours, after getting me drunk for the second time in three hours.
3. Enjoy a great lunch with 14 of my friends at a restaurant in Grünerløkka, next to Olaf Ryes Plass.
4. Record two songs at a recording studio: Whitney Houston´s “I Wanna Dance with Somebody” and Stevie Wonder´s “I Just Called to Say I Love You”.
5. Enjoy a cook-out in the park.
6. Get drunk for the third time during a pre-party at my apartment.
7. Get drunk for the fourth time a second warm-up party at a friend´s house. Regardless to say: I was passed out before midnigth, and the club crowd was unfortunately robbed of my bachelor presence.
