Do any of you skydive? Well, in case you don't there's a small detail that needs to be said before I go on. There are no real skydiving clubs, there are only drinking clubs with major skydiving problems.

That said, I'd like to tell you what happened a few weekends ago.
My local skydiving club, NTNU FSK (you may or may not have heard about it), had it's annual Christmas party. It's a little early to be having Christmas parties, you might say, and I agree. But seeing that most of the jumpers will be having University exhams soon, we decided to do it early.

The party started at 19.00, thats 7 PM for those of the AM/PM persuation, but most of us started at 17.00 just to be iin good shape.
When we arrived in full, we were served a welcome punch thingy. I have no idea what was in it, but I'm sure it would be hazardous in large amounts.
Then came the first CASE! A case is, as the name implies, a case of brown sportsbeverage that go pffft when you open it. Someone who has done something to celebrate offers a case to the rest. That might be having bought a new parachute, having jumped 100, 200, 300... jumps, or simply that he/she have jumped out of an airplane and survived. Basically any cause for celebration.

Anyway. A Norwegian case of beer contains 24 bottles. And they are for free. So you might imagine the carnage when 50+ people are trying to get one. No injuries yet thankfully.

When the time came for the first speech, everybody was so hungry that he was simply told to shut up, and we dug in. While happily chewing away at ribs, potatoes, medister, and those special sousages you only eat at christmas, lo and behold, far off in the distance people heard the sound of a case beeing prepared. Everyone tensed, beginning to plan their mad dash across tables and through too small doors.
In the end five glasses, one plate, and one empty winebottle sacrifised themselves for the greater good.

When it was time for Stig to make the thankyou-speech for all the good food, he was totaly unprepared, seeing as he was told to make a speech with five minutes notice. To make it fun, he accepted suggestions to what he was supposed to act like wia SMS. We got both a sexy chiraffe, and Stig just beeing sexy. (There are pictures of him at the bottow of page two)

This entry is getting long, and with no plotline, I can imagine it's a bit strange as well. To sum things up, I don't remember when I went to bed, and I don't imagine anyone else remembering either.


Oh! I almost forgot. After dinner, we all sat down and watched Wings. A terrible skydiving movie from the seventies. The guys had long hair, 70's mustaches, baggy jumpsuits, circular parachutes, the works. The movie is horrible, the soundtrack is awful, but great fun because of it. People where actually singing along, and cheering and appluding to a horrible movie they've seen tens of times before.


CORRIECRAVIE
To avert the horrors of corrievorrie (q.v.) corriecravie is usually employed. This is the cowardly but highly skilled process by which both protagonists continue to approach while keeping up the pretence that they haven't noticed each other - by staring furiously at their feet, grimacing into a notebook, or studying the walls closely as if in a mood of deep irritation.