AND THE MISKEY-WHILKSHAKE!

So there was THE GREAT BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION this week. Me and a friend celebrated our joint 45th birthday together with those hippie pranksters from hell. Gladly (or sadly) there are no pictures from later that evening when the nudist club had their (our) first meeting. No miskey-whilkshakes or DIREKTÖRER made the spotlight. GLADLY.

We started out at 3pm or so. By 8pm I think I got married. A whole bunch of us actually. Las Vegas-wedding? Yes, please. By 11 we were playing Truth or Dare. Too much was said and done, but we won't mind. Sometime around midnight we made it to the sauna and to the water. By 2am I think we finally ate dinner. What happened after that is mostly a beautiful blur. By 6am we hit our beds with Gilmour on the stereo.

Birthday people. Recently married.

Cutting the cake.

Hippie braids. Of course.

Lovable Harju with braid.

Yes, I managed to take a nice photo late at night.

But this is sort of how the night ended.
The rest is censored.

Thank you, hippies. I love you lots.