Before I went down town saturday, Petur hosted a party at his house. I met the Team Urban boys plus Hallur, Una, and Hildur. We had cocktails and chatted like fine gentlemen of good standing.
Hildur and Begur departed when the group turned to downtown activities. Solvi and Hallur went lady killing, while the rest of us bought a few beers at the Celtic Cross. The bar of choice for fat girls and ugly men. The bar was sopping wet with drunken hooligans of every nature.
We departed and walked further up Laugavegur. The group splintered at 22, I ended up in the line of Kaffibarinn. Where I got nailed with a bottle to the head.
How many Icelanders does it take to screw in a light bulb?