I opted to sing show tunes in Norwegian. You've never heard "Tomorrow" from Annie until you've heard it in Norwegian!
We had a piece of the Berlin Wall, a recitation of all 50 verses of Psalm 18 (memorized!!!), an odd one-legged wooden guy who does karate chops, we learned that someone briefly dipped in college (ewwww!), and someone's family almost bought the Amityville horror house.
John has webbed toes:
Marylou brought a Filipino tribal thing and proceeded to dress John in it:
Dan blew fire. I didn't catch it very well on camera, but if you look carefully above him, you'll see a little of it before it burned out:
Stan, who is freakishly smart, solved a Rubik's Cube puzzle. Twice. In mere moments:
Cristie brought Aboriginal jewelry she got in Australia:
And last, but certainly not least, my husband sang a song that he wrote back in college for a friend who was always falling for girls with boyfriends. The song is titled "She's My Bathsheba" after the story from 2 Samuel 11 of King David falling in love with Uriah's wife Bathsheba as she was bathing on her roof:
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Okay, Ruf HAS to play that song for the youth group! And you absolutely MUST show a video of you singing in Norwegian! How cool is that? You can add it to the post you'll make (hopefully) telling us what it's like to live in Norway.
I just have to say, what a wonderful creative group of friends you have!! That party looked like an absolute blast!
I didn't opt to do video of myself. Besides, I blanked on the words halfway through, which I've never done before. Oops.
I don't know if I'll do a post on having lived in Norway. But I can tell you it was gray and rainy much of the time, my best friends were not American (they were British and Brazilian), and it was like living in a pop-culture vacuum. When I came home for college 1-1/2 years later, I discovered that I'd missed out on a lot.
The song was HILARIOUS. I was laughing out loud at work. Poor roommate though, kinda feel sorry for him. It must have been tough. Is he happily married now?
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