Continues tomorrow.
There are many strange kinds of parties going on around the world.
Ever heard of a car washing party? You probably have, if you're an American. A tupperware party? That's more like moving a shop full of plastic into someone's living room, but still. What about the Spaniards who once a year drink themselves to courage, so they can be chased down the street by angry bulls? Or the Italians who throw oranges at each other?
Us Norwegians celebrate midsummer by burning fake witches on huge bonfires, while getting drunk and driving boats. This doesn't seem the least strange to us, of course. The day itself, the 23d of June, is named after a saint called Hans, which is what we used to call John The Baptist. I've never been able to find his connection to witches and bonfires.
But today I'm going to introduce a brand new kind of party, which I'm certain will be an international success. (I just hope it isn't already a yearly tradition in some remote New Guinean village.) This, ladies and gentlemen and you in between, is-- The search party!
To arrange a search party you need a rather large property, and a non-drinking friend. If that is in place, get a bunch of cooler bags - one for every two guests - which you fill with alcoholic beverages of the bottled and canned type. Then, you get the teetotaler to bury the coolers around the property, and the party is ready to start. Remember that you need one shovel for each guest.
You can also get a dieting friend to hide some snacks. Enjoy!
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