So apparently the college art known as the kegstand is an American ritual and doesn't extend past our borders. So on Friday night, with a keg full of Kiltlifter (great Four Peaks Brewery beer by the way), we hoisted up the Aussie from work. Poor Matt, lasted 15 seconds and then became quite dizzy. Why is it that we have developed this kegstand ritual? This reminds me of a time when me and fellow Peace Corps volunteer Penelope were waiting in the Libreville airport for a flight back to Franceville. Haut Ogouee...yeh! Anyway, we were in the drinking mood as it was New Year's and our previous flight had left early without notice (which would have insuated the freezing over of hell). Nonetheless, we managed to find the one draft beer tap in the whole country serving Namibian beer and thought we had just struck gold. After a beer or two and a little buzz, we secretly began plotting how we could get the 80-year-old or so mama sitting next to us (nervous as she had never flown before, dressed in her villagois pagne) hoisted up into a kegstand. We thought it was so great and had the comic relief laugh we needed. But this brings us back to the question of "why do we feel the need to do a kegstand if there is a keg nearby?"
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Although we Australians have creative ways of drinking copious amounts of booze, this was, indeed, my first Keg stand!! It was quite enjoybale too (notice the young lady's hand on my crotch)! As the Keg party at my house with the rugby team is now a monthly ritual, there will be many more kegstands to come... Lori, do you volunteer to grab my crotch this time?
Of course. That's what friends do. We're "there" for eachother.
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