To the guy dressed as a viking outside the Volly tonight
When I fell off the back of my bench and hit my back on your seat, and as I sat in shock and you lifted me up by the armpits, I felt I had achieved a warrior's death and been rebirthed in Valhalla.
You positioned me back on my seat with all the gentleness of Freyja blessing her kin.
Skål, my friend, skål.