We went to a crayfish party on Saturday. Finally. Except for the little one with the girls in July this is my first one. Long overdue. I ace at crayfish parties.
We got ourselves excited with snapchat filters in the morning. This is a good look for George.
After some epic Scooter in the cab to the venue we ended up at Blåbär in Putney. They had set up the place brilliantly.
We got hats, dill crisps and Napue drinks.
And secret missions. Mine is as to take selfies with everyone. Yes, I aced that one.
We sat down for shitloads of food and snaps. A true kräftskiva in other words.
I got to work on the crayfishes. As the only swede I had to do a little show and tell how to peel them.
And then we ate
And ate
I ate the full circle. Because I’m a winner. You could call me a pro.
The others focused more on the drinking. Not as interested in sucking crayfish belly.
As all crayfish parties it ended drunken, smelly and belly full food and booze.
Crayfish dance
Since my mission was the selfies I took one with the whole team which won me a salty licqourice chocolate. Yes!
But this was the hero team. Then we went to a club, had shots, went to an after party and ending up having a little home disco to Scooter.
Excellent night.
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