Annie Rhiannon

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Trúnó

Trúnó is when you drink a few too many beers at the annual work party and suddenly realise that guy from marketing is your best friend. Oh yes. He's going to hear all about your broken relationship / embarrassing itch / dead dog / how much you respect him even though you’ve never spoken to him in your life (delete as appropriate).

I will never forget my first Icelandic trúnó. It was the night our agency won 58 Ímark awards. Being rather new to advertising—and to Iceland for that matter—I guess I got a bit over-excited. Somehow I ended up spending the best part of the evening sobbing on the shoulder of Hilmar, the finance director. He was very nice to me, if a little confused.

Now it’s time for our annual party again, although Hilmar has since left (thank God). We’re all heading up north on Saturday to go snow-mobiling on a glacier, staying at a remote hotel on Snæfellsnes peninsula.

I am certain it will end in tears: the free bar will see to that. But this year they won’t be mine. I hope, I hope.

2 comments:

  1. Árshátíðar are sooooo dangerous - like an office party x 8 billion!

    I started my last árshátíð with a mental list of all the things I was NOT going to do under ANY circumstances. Basic stuff such as not insulting the boss, no playing "I have never...", trúnó, vomiting, etc.

    Of course, by 11pm my co-workers & me were rolling naked in the snow in front of our bosses, and it went dramatically down-hill from there!

    The bizarre thing was that no-one seemed to be embarrassed the day after. It was like it was not only acceptable but *mandatory* to make a total utter arse of oneself.

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  2. I love it, but I can't easily use it because of the " ' ".

    I've done it about a trillion times, too. It is very different here, though. Mostly, alcohol has been eliminated from the corporate culture, at least, at the corporation I worked for. So I would stop by a bar and have several shots of bourbon before the party so that I could stand to talk to the jerks I worked with.

    Rolling naked anywhere with 99% of them? Please. I am going to lunch in a few, and I would like to refrain from insulting my stomach.

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