It’s a certain nuance in the manner in which one approaches things that makes the Norwegian culture koselig. It’s more of an attitude than anyone particular thing. A way of making the best of things and keeping happy through the long dark winters here in the city of Oslo.
Passing a martini glass over the bar top to a room of sixteen-year-old girls wasn't even the weird part of bartending for a Sweet 16. Listening to their music was.
Oslo just held their first annual Fetish Weekend with a staggering turnout. Cute kittens ordered their drinks with an audible "meow" and I might have had to explain to a demanding dominatrix that her leather whips are not a tool for getting to the front of the line.
If you ever see a bartender place a straw into your drink while it's being prepared only to pull it out and place it in their mouth, they might be sending you subliminal messages of foreplay... However, it's far more likely they are simply sampling the drink to make sure it is well balanced, consistent, and of satisfactory quality. Plus it helps us maintain our shift-long buzz.
The adrenalin of being a part of a four-person fire performance was as intoxicating as a bartender's lifestyle. Especially since neither Adnan nor I had ever performed with fire before. "Just don't swallow the fuel and NEVER breath inwards!" Jono warns as he passes us two flaming bottles and the DJ starts spinning a track.