Thorrablot 432% proof

This has certainly been a hetic weekend for me, but a very fun one. I have already written down what happened on Friday, but Saturday has been completely ignored. So here goes.
I woke up around ten on Saturday morning for my schedule at the now famous hair salon for a hair-do for the night. Since it was included in the price, I decided that since the Thorrablot would be the only chance for me to really make an effort to dress up I would have a nice hair-do as well. Boy was I wrong. Advice: if you are blind, don't go to a hairdresser because they are blind, so not really a very good combination. Instead of getting the nice, elegant, sleek bob I was aiming for I got a funky looking haystack, full of needles that took turns piercing my skull. I almost ran into the city center and finished all my necessary purchases in record time and headed home (no pun intended). As soon as I was inside the door, I started yanking all the pins out. It felt like I had been to a plastic-surgery and couldn't move my face, and every attempt at smiling, seemed more like a loonatic trying to express anger. I counted the pins I removed, 41 in all, ouch. I decided to just go simple, and elegant, and head-friendly, and only put a simple clip in it.
I got ready and headed into the Queen Street Station to meet Sharon, my scottish friend, who was brave enought to join the drunken Icelandic revelers.
We arrived at St. Mary's Cathedral in Edinburgh well ahead of time, and helped get everything ready for the food and drink. There must have been around eighty people that showed up, which is very good. And it was sooo much fun as well. I think Sharon enjoyed herself quite nicely at the evening, and she even tasted almost everything, and liked it as well. We didn't touch the head, since that can be quite messy, at least when I try to pull it assunder so I didn't try it.
Sharon even got to try Malt and Appelsín mixed together. Although it is sort of similar to Shandy's it's much nicer I think, grins. One of the girls at our table had brought small cans of them with them, and I think she was envied by everyone there. We also had our share of the Brennivin (or Black Death) and we also got to taste Tópas (in liquer form), tastes just like the candy except it has this extra bit of alcohol added to it. Sharon said she preferred the Brennivin to Tópas, I am quite mixed in my view. I kind of like them both.
We didn't notice until it was too late, that we would probably not catch the last train into Glasgow, but were lucky enough that there were people there also headed to Glasgow and knew where the bus was leaving from, so we tagged along with them. Funnily enough, we weren't any longer on our way into Glasgow than we would have been on the train, the only delay was that the bus was half an hour later than the train. Which gave us an extra half hour at the party. Soon after arriving in Glasgow we caught a taxi and made it home safe and sound. I even got a text from Sharon on Sunday morning, to tell me she had reached conciousness after the night and was all right. Brilliant!