Well it doesn’t take much space and if it’s even a somewhat common occurrence to get stuck in a lift for even a few minutes, I see that as a good idea.
Hell, my 6-storey building on Finnish granite which never has earthquakes or power outages could use one — just because the building has a lot of impatient (or incontinent) drunks.
Honestly every weekend the lift smells worse than the ones on those fuckboats which sail between Stockholm - Turku - Helsinki.
I just wrote an extensive writeup, sans the sexual encounters and more boys night out. (Usually they were boasting about wanting to find “bitches”, but due to them referring to the fairer sex with terms akin to “bitches” and being awkward slightly autistic guys from bumfucknowhere, none of them managed to and more focused on drinking. Well, if someone really did seem interested the few times it happened I wingmaned for them. Usually successfully, I might add. And never had trouble myself. Because it’s a load of cabins and booze so you know. There’s not much else to do.
But we were kinda young and making faces and whatnot so I thought I’d spare them. Would’ve just drawn a circle with paint but the eraser function was so easily available in the photo browser so I tried it, seems to work well.
Yeah it was a few years old camera from school so assuming it’s 2004 model wouldn’t be far off.
I thought the descriptions would’ve shown up better but if you open open the photos there are a few descriptions I think I mention 2007 somewhere.
I’ve censored two of the faces, because those guys actually have lives and might care. Probably not, but I’m not gonna risk it don’t care to ring up permission about 18 year old photos lol. Windows edit tool eraser is pretty good nowadays, I’m sure it’s enough.
Yeah I had some proper flashbacks trying to find these.
Almost thought I’d lost the album, but no, it was just that I had had a camera on loan from the school which I used on that trip so it wasn’t in my DSLR folder.
God, yeah, almost two decades. I just don’t want to say that as I lived more during that trip than I have for a few years. And the few years surrounding that I lived more than I have in the past 10.
I’ve been sick.
I want another life.
*starts desperately hopping around punching a fist in the air, hoping an invisible brick box will appear pushing out a 1UP*
Oh… for the experienced of being in a tiny windowless cabin with three other people who got so drunk you had to drag them back to the cabin and who have managed to vomit on the toilet floor so much it’s making waves while the boat is rocking and youre5 nursing a hangover which is splitting your head and it tastes like a cat shat in your mouth during the night.
Once you manage to get out of the cabin and start feeling like you could put something in your mouth, you realise it’s still 7am and none of the shops are open. All that’s available is either water through the shitty plumbing of the boat from the toilet brimming with vomit or the tax free drinks which you bought the day before. And guess if you bought anything non-alcoholic? Well, you did, a 12-pack of soda, for mixers, but all of the cans are open now and even while sniffing carefully, it’s hard to tell from the stale soda whether it has booze in it or no.
You dare it. Of course the half can of sprite was half Jäger. “Who the fuck mixes Jäger and Sprite” you think to yourself before a drunken flashback tells you it was you and you feel that twinge of shame in your gut at the same time as the kickback from the sip kicks in and you’re sure you’re gonna hurl. But you remember the toilet. And just… can’t be arsed with the effort of cleaning up anything so you don’t want to be blamed for the vomit since it’d be more likely your now half-a wake friends would register this vomiting but not the one which actually fucked up the toilet. So you put your thumb between your fist and squeeze it while going out the cabin, because that prevents vomiting to an extent.
You walk around the hallways. Spot a vending machine. Get a cold drink. Refreshing. Ah. No more catshit in mouth. Even feel a bit better, still drunk and nauseous though. Well, have a smoke, get another can, mosy back to the room, get back to your bunk, open the soda, look for a bottle of something easy but still not too mild, which for down easy, like Bailey’s. Take a stroong gulp. Take another. Depending on if you had Bailey’s or had to take vodka or something, wash it down with the soda.
Then just when you start getting back to sleep everyone else wakes up and reminds you you’ve paid for the buffet and there’s limitless wine and beer.
“Ugh, here we go again.”
I live in Turku we used to do that shit quite a lot, Turku Stockholm is a cruise of you leave in the evening you spend 23 hours on the boat and then youre back.
Usually during that 7am morning wakeup you’d be in Stockholm harbor.
I’ve tons of pictures from early 20’s trips to those. The trip it’self was superb cheap, you might genuinely get free cruises. It’s just youre gonna spend so much on restaurants and tax free that giving the shit lower level cabins for free doesn’t matter they’re never full anyway.
Best parties in the lower floors though, like Titanic.
A lot of the times people take cabins next to each other and then people just leave their doors open and there’s a (what I imagine these might be like) frat party atmosphere, with a hallway full off open doors and people drinking in the hallways. Used to be smoking everywhere as well but I reckon that’s gone. Haven’t been in years.
I had plenty of good times but it was physically demanding, because when you come back there’s all sorts of people asking you for the taxfree shit they wanted you to bring, beer, snus, tobacco. And obviously since you’ve been smashed for the past 27 hours at least (a few hours pregame before boat), you’re not hinnaksi quit in the middle of the evening.
So you have a shit load of booze and drinks and everyone is absolutely wankered. Manage a taxi, go through a burger restaurant and head to someone’s apartment to drink the rest.
Well it doesn’t take much space and if it’s even a somewhat common occurrence to get stuck in a lift for even a few minutes, I see that as a good idea.
Hell, my 6-storey building on Finnish granite which never has earthquakes or power outages could use one — just because the building has a lot of impatient (or incontinent) drunks.
Honestly every weekend the lift smells worse than the ones on those fuckboats which sail between Stockholm - Turku - Helsinki.
I’d like to know more about fuckboats please
Well you’re in luck.
I just wrote an extensive writeup, sans the sexual encounters and more boys night out. (Usually they were boasting about wanting to find “bitches”, but due to them referring to the fairer sex with terms akin to “bitches” and being awkward slightly autistic guys from bumfucknowhere, none of them managed to and more focused on drinking. Well, if someone really did seem interested the few times it happened I wingmaned for them. Usually successfully, I might add. And never had trouble myself. Because it’s a load of cabins and booze so you know. There’s not much else to do.
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Here are the photos edit Here you go.
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They are a bit, yeah. :D
But we were kinda young and making faces and whatnot so I thought I’d spare them. Would’ve just drawn a circle with paint but the eraser function was so easily available in the photo browser so I tried it, seems to work well.
Yeah it was a few years old camera from school so assuming it’s 2004 model wouldn’t be far off.
I thought the descriptions would’ve shown up better but if you open open the photos there are a few descriptions I think I mention 2007 somewhere.
Ferries between those cities. Basically a cheap cruise
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Do I have to go to my computer and start sharing photos?
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Yes please! Lol the way you describe it is hilarious to me
Here you go.
I’ve censored two of the faces, because those guys actually have lives and might care. Probably not, but I’m not gonna risk it don’t care to ring up permission about 18 year old photos lol. Windows edit tool eraser is pretty good nowadays, I’m sure it’s enough.
I’m gonna tag some of the others here. @[email protected] @[email protected] @[email protected]
Haha it looks exactly as what I was picturing 😂
Almost two decades ago! I’ve recently increased my usage of the word decades to describe the past.
Yeah I had some proper flashbacks trying to find these.
Almost thought I’d lost the album, but no, it was just that I had had a camera on loan from the school which I used on that trip so it wasn’t in my DSLR folder.
God, yeah, almost two decades. I just don’t want to say that as I lived more during that trip than I have for a few years. And the few years surrounding that I lived more than I have in the past 10.
I’ve been sick.
I want another life.
*starts desperately hopping around punching a fist in the air, hoping an invisible brick box will appear pushing out a 1UP*
Alright cap, I’ll see if I can find the ext hard drive and post at least an image or two once I’m back on PC
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Suddenly, I’d like to experience Finland.
Oh… for the experienced of being in a tiny windowless cabin with three other people who got so drunk you had to drag them back to the cabin and who have managed to vomit on the toilet floor so much it’s making waves while the boat is rocking and youre5 nursing a hangover which is splitting your head and it tastes like a cat shat in your mouth during the night.
Once you manage to get out of the cabin and start feeling like you could put something in your mouth, you realise it’s still 7am and none of the shops are open. All that’s available is either water through the shitty plumbing of the boat from the toilet brimming with vomit or the tax free drinks which you bought the day before. And guess if you bought anything non-alcoholic? Well, you did, a 12-pack of soda, for mixers, but all of the cans are open now and even while sniffing carefully, it’s hard to tell from the stale soda whether it has booze in it or no.
You dare it. Of course the half can of sprite was half Jäger. “Who the fuck mixes Jäger and Sprite” you think to yourself before a drunken flashback tells you it was you and you feel that twinge of shame in your gut at the same time as the kickback from the sip kicks in and you’re sure you’re gonna hurl. But you remember the toilet. And just… can’t be arsed with the effort of cleaning up anything so you don’t want to be blamed for the vomit since it’d be more likely your now half-a wake friends would register this vomiting but not the one which actually fucked up the toilet. So you put your thumb between your fist and squeeze it while going out the cabin, because that prevents vomiting to an extent.
You walk around the hallways. Spot a vending machine. Get a cold drink. Refreshing. Ah. No more catshit in mouth. Even feel a bit better, still drunk and nauseous though. Well, have a smoke, get another can, mosy back to the room, get back to your bunk, open the soda, look for a bottle of something easy but still not too mild, which for down easy, like Bailey’s. Take a stroong gulp. Take another. Depending on if you had Bailey’s or had to take vodka or something, wash it down with the soda.
Then just when you start getting back to sleep everyone else wakes up and reminds you you’ve paid for the buffet and there’s limitless wine and beer.
“Ugh, here we go again.”
I live in Turku we used to do that shit quite a lot, Turku Stockholm is a cruise of you leave in the evening you spend 23 hours on the boat and then youre back.
Usually during that 7am morning wakeup you’d be in Stockholm harbor.
I’ve tons of pictures from early 20’s trips to those. The trip it’self was superb cheap, you might genuinely get free cruises. It’s just youre gonna spend so much on restaurants and tax free that giving the shit lower level cabins for free doesn’t matter they’re never full anyway.
Best parties in the lower floors though, like Titanic.
A lot of the times people take cabins next to each other and then people just leave their doors open and there’s a (what I imagine these might be like) frat party atmosphere, with a hallway full off open doors and people drinking in the hallways. Used to be smoking everywhere as well but I reckon that’s gone. Haven’t been in years.
I had plenty of good times but it was physically demanding, because when you come back there’s all sorts of people asking you for the taxfree shit they wanted you to bring, beer, snus, tobacco. And obviously since you’ve been smashed for the past 27 hours at least (a few hours pregame before boat), you’re not hinnaksi quit in the middle of the evening.
So you have a shit load of booze and drinks and everyone is absolutely wankered. Manage a taxi, go through a burger restaurant and head to someone’s apartment to drink the rest.
Sunday: physical regret, mental confusion
TBF everything smells on those boats