I'm drunk blogging.
It's a thing.
Deal with it.
So what started out as three exchange students buying an excessive amount of Carlsberg and attempting to find a bar to drink at, turned into seven of us going to a house party. I don't mind.
So we got there and I was a little intimidated. Firstly (not sure if that's a word) the Danes have a tendency to switch back and forth between English and Danish pretty quickly, which for some reason gives me the urge to start speaking French. Not really sure why, maybe just an urge to show that I'm somewhat cultural.
The second reason is that what they say about Danes is completely true... holy shit, they are all gorgeous. I don't know what they put in the water over here, but I know that I'm drinking from the tap from now on.
Anyway, the intimidation quickly subsided, mostly due to the aforementioned Carlsberg, a few cigarettes (I swear I could easily become a chain smoker here) and a good old fashioned drinking game.
Although, I owe a lot to the drinking game. I'm not even going to try to explain it, but I will say on my first go-around I had to chug my whole beer. I can only hope that I did Canada proud with that one.
Anyway overall, the night went pretty smoothly. I ended up learning a lot of Danish swear words, which will most definitely come in handy, losing a few games of tic tac toe on steroids (you don't even want to know) AND bonus, I understood all the accents. WOOT.
So, low-key night, but I'm quite happy I decided to go out because I'm feeling a lot less lonely and lot less likely to break down at any moment. Thank god.
PS. Fetus, if you ever read this, you can totally tell Quentin he was right about the toilets. SO MUCH LESS WATER.
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