Finnish popsicles are made in France

Last night, I took the evening off from what has been a ferocious stretch of work. My finnish ex-roommate is in town and last night he and his brother popped over. In true finnish fashion we polished off two bottles of vodka, one lemon, one can of Israeli salted cucumbers, plus our brains. At around midnight, we went for a vodka run but my two six-foot plus bodyguards didn't make it all the way to the store. The had to go back to my place because they were frozen! How absurd. This from the guy who's going to Antarctica to write a book.... Somehow I'm starting to doubt all those naked icy-lake sauna stories.