Random parties

My expat life has seen a few random parties so far. Last night I went to one with more Swedes than I have ever seen in one place before (not having been to Sweden, obviously!). Coincidentally, perhaps, it was also the first time I've met someone who has a bottle of Jagermeister in their cabinet too.





There is always the awkwardness at the beginning, especially when you haven't actually been invited, but this usually gives way to drunken story telling and maybe even a bit of 'Arab man dancing'!