Western Party
These are a few pictures from the party.
Anna demonstrates how to become a genuine Cowgirl.
I think she is going to have a smoke, or perhaps she just finished smoking. I have no idea.
Anders is relaxing and having a cold one a few hours before the actual party.
You better think twice before growing a massive beard, unless you think it's a nice
decoration to have food stuck in it.
These two (Helena and Morgan) are partly responable for arranging the "Western-Party".
We thought it was a good idea to take pictures of all the guest in front of the flag. This
is Jenny as "The Prostitute".
This is Jens. He went for the native-american look, although he looked more
like "Roger Pontare" from the Swedish song contest.
The Sheriff of the party was Johan. Actually it is a bit funny that he went as the Sheriff
since he also is trying to become a law man in real life.
Another picture in front of the flag.
This looks like a possible cover for Playgirl magazine :-)
This guy (Patrik) looks like he already has a hungover.
This guy has the look of a real Cowboy.
If you suffer from variuos deceases or just having a plain illness, this is the guy to
do business with. These types of traders are often seen well dressed when coming to
a town, but they always leave covered with tar and feathers.
I don't have any good comments for this picture. So let's go to the next one.
I didn't know everybody at the party, but these are the ones I usually hang out with.
I didn't really get the full picture, but I heard something about "...you get the hell out of here, I'm not that kind of girl!".
Of course Helena is a bit depressed from the treatment she just got.
But look here...she's found a new target. I guess that men in uniform is always sexy.
Oh...alone again. Better luck next time.
Ok, another genlteman (me) is being charmed by the indian woman. She must be REALLY desperate if she tries
to hook up with a guy with a beard like that.
In this picture, Helena tries another way to attract a male. It looks like he has the same interest as a Trapper
to get a good shot of a "beaver".
Finally, things are going the right way for Helena.
Oh, what a cute couple!
Well I would never...
No...It seems like the redheaded girl prefers the gentleman with the "miracle-elexir". (The last picture on this page shows
the reason why this guy won her heart.)
Back to the party. Looks like the girl to the left recieved a hat from somebody. Probably from "Babyface Blom", the man
that can't grow a decent beard. At most, he can grow some darker spots in the skin. But it looks more like he's got dirt in his face.
Later that evening we went out to the local "Saloon". It's a pub in Örnsköldsvik.
It was not that many people there when we arrived but hey, we could party anyway. This is Thomas doing some linedance
with the employees.
This is taken after the party at "Saloon". People are getting a bit tired.
These two were also responsible for arranging the party. It is their apartment.
It looks like Peter is beeing a bit grumpy.
Alright! Some tequila!
Max and Morgan is discussing vital business. The white man wants to put the Indian in a working camp. In exchange,
he will provide the Indian with a pickaxe.
Hmmm....Morgan rejects the offer.
Morgan wants white mans firewater also. The deal is on!
After a tough breakout together with the Daltons, Peter is relaxing with a cold beer.
A good game of Poker is always fun, but you'll have to keep an eye on the opponents so they don't cheat.
Again, a picture from the pub "Saloon".
A big beard is not only sexy, it can also enhance the taste of your beer.
Since Amish people, Mormons etc. use horses for transport, I had to find something to ride on too.
I don't remember what the are looking at, but I'm sure it was something interesting.
The "Miracle-man" tries to trick me into buying his elixir. But I'm not that stupid...
...but after he bought me a few beers we became best friends, Yieee-Haaaaah! I've been told that I bought 12 bottles.
I don't remember that at all...
After tricking me (now I'm broke), he spent all the cash on a prostitute.
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