After Tuesday night I was happy to have a few days that were not so crazy. But believe me, my Saturday made my Tuesday look calm. I'll get there, calm yourselves.
Thursday:
Ended up having coffee too late in the evening and was bouncing off the walls at dinner. My host family thought I was very amusing. We had tacos and I was in heaven.
Friday:
Friday was by far one of my favorite nights since I've been in Copenhagen.
Went to class. Roamed around 7/11 and got baby bites for next to nothing. THEY ARE AMAZING. But I can't look at them while I eat them or it sketches me out.
Had a great class on Human Traffiking ( sounds depressing right? It is.)
Sam and Sarah and I tried to plan what we thought was going to be a simple little trip to Berlin. Fail.
Then Dublin? Not if I want to have a dime to spend while I'm here. School tends to cramp our style here.
Our walk to the train station--Faces freezing off but we spot a bakery that has a deal for 3 pastry things for 45 kroner. HAVE TO HAVE THEM. Now, there is no reason in hell I need to be eating 3 of these "half flour half butter" magnificent, gifts from the gods above, miracles. Oh wait, except for that large reason of, I want to.
Pass a liquor store and decide it will be saving money to buy alcohol before we go out and "warm up" as the Danes call it. Said liquor store is ran by some ...interesting members of society who smell like they have rubbed old tacos under their arms in place of deodorant. yum. We buy a lovely bottle of Malibu rum. And then I almost pass out when I see the price. Joy.
Sam and I decide we have to have Mcdonalds too. I know, I know. Judge me. It's not that I WANT to be eating Mcdonalds in a foreign fabulous city. It's just my wallet that wants to. Actually that's somewhat false. I really do want it too.
Up and decide to make the long journey to Helsingnør (close to Sweden) to stay the night with Sarah and her host family. So we purchase ( more purchasing...wah) "clip tickets" for a price I shall never repeat from 7/11. Having no idea how to use these clip tickets we ask a nice man in the train station and cross our fingers we have the correct amount of zones and clips. Eh. Very sure I did not. I even had dreams that night about getting fined by the scary pass checker lady on my way home. BUT. We manage to make it there free of fine. Freeze our toes nearly off waiting for a ride. Make it to the house and thaw. Ahhh.
Pizza and wine. And wine. And wine. And wine. I got the asian glow. We all got chatty and had a nice discussion. Hygge. (pronounced "huegga") Time for bed. Air mattress! Pass out. Sleep until 10:00 am and feel amazing.
Saturday :
Sam and I take the buss to the train station.
Get on wrong train.
Forget to clip tickets.
Have to ask for help from a nice man on the train. (Soon all of Copenhagen will know us as the American girls always asking for help. )
Get on S train finally and head for home.
Almost 2 hours later, I am Home.
Relaxxxx. Eat. Get ready to go out.
I have to wait for two trains to go by to be on the one Sam is on to the city. What do I do to kill time? I buy a Carlsberg in the 7/11 and drink it in the train station. Because people do that here. It's actually a great feeling...I'm going to miss that when I'm in the U.S. (Really, it's the simple things in life...)
Meet up with Sam who has been having herself a good ol time at a family birthday party. It appears I am way behind on the feel good level.
Meet up with Sarah and Brooke at Mcdonalds. Discover I'm way behind them as well.
Enter the bar "Out of Juice" where we discover 10 shots for 100kr. Yummm.
Rust in Norrebro. --Famous. Grungy. Underground. Expensive.
We discover we want to leave early and check out some other places.
"Oh ok just let me get my coat."
I have lost my ticket stub for my coat AGAIN.
This time it's just me and English language fighting the coat girls with no Danish helper. Coat girls win even after I have bribed them and flashed dollar bills at them. I have to wait until they close. This "closing time" my dear readers, is 5:00am. I had a nice 5 hours or so to go before I could retrieve my warm coat.
So we venture out (I have no coat) to another bar called Mexibar. It is warm and buzzing with people. Order a nice daiquiri which was a nice change from my red bull and vodkas. Meet traveling Swedes who I can tell you all of their names ( Philip, Daniel, er..well I guess I can't) because they were very very adamant that we remember their names.
Back to Rust to wait until 5:00am. Blah blah blah.
Retrieve coat. Walk to train station in the snow. Wait on train for 45 minutes with lots of intoxicated people ( some of which inquired if we had any weed). Ride train home to Sam's house in Farum because I realize I left my house key...inside my house. ( I would lose my head if it wasn't attached)
Three people to a futon bed. Snuggle time.
Sunday
Homework. Lay around. Procrastinate.
Let week 3 begin. I'm off to Aurhus (sp) Thursday for my Justice and Human Rights program. So you older folks will have something to read about other than my weekend escapades and you younger folks will have something to skim quickly and ignore. =)
Wish you here.
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