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How to not celebrate New Year´s Eve
Jan. 2nd, 2014 10:27 amToday´s newspaper almost made me sputter my morning coffee across the breakfast table. There was the story of three friends who wanted to celebrate New Year´s Eve in our town, only that....
The three of them had arrived from a nearby commune to watch the famous fireworks, only that one hour before the fireworks started a dense fog came down, and the three friends decided to climb one of the hills amidst our town, to get a better view. No chance, the fog was low but not that low, so they returned to the town centre, only to be held up by a nun who asked them for help because a firecracker had set fire to a stack of old furniture next to the congregation´s church. What she did not find was the key to the outer gate, so one of the guys climbed the wall, two metre high, and tried to extinguish the fire with a fire drencher (that one she´d found but was not able to put into operation). Fire drencher did work but could not erase the fire, so the guy jumped down, unfortunately into the congregation´s artificial pond. Rather dirty now, he went about dousing the fire with the pond´s water. Meanwhile the fire brigades had arrived and started their own attempts to extinguish the fire, that´s why the guy got rid of most of the mud in the blink of an eye. Fire hoses can do that, believe me! The pieces of clothings the nun offered were not to the young guy´s liking, he was still soaked to the bone and it was freezing cold, so he and his friends finally returned to town, to have a drink in a bar whose owners they knew well ( would you let in a guy, dripping wet and muddy, if he weren´t a friend of you? Not nice, I know, but nevertheless reasonable). He did not make it to the table, treading on a dog´s tail. Dog bit back, straight into the guy´s thigh. In hospital he finally got a dry gown. That´s the full story. What a way to begin a new year!
The three of them had arrived from a nearby commune to watch the famous fireworks, only that one hour before the fireworks started a dense fog came down, and the three friends decided to climb one of the hills amidst our town, to get a better view. No chance, the fog was low but not that low, so they returned to the town centre, only to be held up by a nun who asked them for help because a firecracker had set fire to a stack of old furniture next to the congregation´s church. What she did not find was the key to the outer gate, so one of the guys climbed the wall, two metre high, and tried to extinguish the fire with a fire drencher (that one she´d found but was not able to put into operation). Fire drencher did work but could not erase the fire, so the guy jumped down, unfortunately into the congregation´s artificial pond. Rather dirty now, he went about dousing the fire with the pond´s water. Meanwhile the fire brigades had arrived and started their own attempts to extinguish the fire, that´s why the guy got rid of most of the mud in the blink of an eye. Fire hoses can do that, believe me! The pieces of clothings the nun offered were not to the young guy´s liking, he was still soaked to the bone and it was freezing cold, so he and his friends finally returned to town, to have a drink in a bar whose owners they knew well ( would you let in a guy, dripping wet and muddy, if he weren´t a friend of you? Not nice, I know, but nevertheless reasonable). He did not make it to the table, treading on a dog´s tail. Dog bit back, straight into the guy´s thigh. In hospital he finally got a dry gown. That´s the full story. What a way to begin a new year!
