Þjóðhátíð: Part I, cont'd

Þjóðhátíð: Part I, cont'd

[Next day, the story cont'd...]

Last night, while we were introducing ourselves, Magnus, the Kicker wrappt in a sheet, his take-away wrappt in a sheet, and me, all thumbs up that between us, everything was cool, we're all friends, really, they needed me saying I was friends, needed my no-problem attitude. I think they all thought I'd rat on them, they're having a party! and it's no guests! strictly forbidden! 

Meanwhile, the man disappeared, to everyone's amazement. I actually went out to the street to find the naked man... 

(I'd told the guesthouse owner, I understand the no-guest rule, but I will not contact you if there are any or if there is any partying; these teenagers wouldn't've known that, and I'm their parents' age.) 

As it turns out, the guy actually had a room here, and had just walkt out of his room, lay naked on the front door mat spread eagle, arm over his eyes, the other messing with his cock. All this in the time it took me to go from my room to the kitchen and back. 

The guy that kickt him in the chest to wake him up, well, both are Icelandic, but the naked man was incoherent. We never got anything useful out of him, and we'd considered throwing him out of the house. 

What he'd done was get up and walk back into his room and hide under his blanket. Even with the door open, we didn't see him.

Next morning, did we ever give him a run down again and again and again, just to be sure he was red and embarrasst. Not sure his behavior will change. But that's for the better. A better story. 

I'm really glad we didn't think to photograph any of this. No 20 year old needs that on the internet. It's kinda creepy to post that kinda stuff anyway, in my opinion. It's not funny anymore.