Trying on the German stash

We where invited to an October bash this weekend. dressed as "bavarian girl" and "Icelander in lederhoosen" we arrived to the party, ate all the sausages and passed out like real genuine Germans. Pétur sighed "this is not germany, there is no SS pylsur" with an Icelandic accent before he started snoring.
I made him take a photo of me before we started drinking, after all, this is the only memory that will last of the evening, hence it was a good evening.

My next appearance in cross country dressing will be on friday and saturday 23:rd and 24:th when I will be dressing up as a drunk Swede in Reykjavik. As a good Swede, I will get the knee-socks out, call myself Inga and insist on the virtues of mixing beer, spirits and whine.Make sure to keep the wafflewagon open, I will be there :)