Let me just say, I am never doing a bender again.
And let me just say, I'm lying.
So this weekend started out with a Thirsty Thursday done Danish style. It was Intro pub crawl night - the thing that I had been looking forward to all week. So we were told to meet in front of the castle at 7pm. From there we were told that we would be playing a few games before going on the crawl.
No. The last thing I want to do is play games.
Intro activities are basically frosh week activities. I've done frosh week, I know what happens. Lots of drinking (not a problem) lots of cheering (also not a problem) and public humiliation for the purpose of bonding (problem).
I publicly humiliate myself on the daily without any help from anyone. I've literally been told that I am the most awkward person someone has ever met. (It was a great day).
Anyway, as far as humiliation goes. It wasn't awful. The only really bad part was the cucumber race. Allow me to explain. The cucumber race is apparently done by all new students. Rite of passage and whatnot. We were put into groups and were told we'd be doing a relay. Run to your group leader, take shot, run back. Here's the catch, do it with a cucumber between your legs. Oh and when you pass that cucumber off the next person, no hands allowed. Cue awkward crotch contact with people you barely know.
Anyway, we get through all the games and off we go to the first stop on the pub crawl. We come to this little hole-in-the-wall bar that at first glance seems pretty small. However, I am starting to learn that you can't judge a bars fun factor on the basis of it's size.
This place was actually so cool. It had three different levels and the bar ran from the entrance of the bar right down to the back where there was a dancefloor. It's like the building just kept going. Oh and bonus, drinking games are allowed in drinking establishments in Denmark and so there were beer pong tables as well.
The second bar we went to smelled bad and played shitty music while serving us cheap bar. That is all.
Third bar would've Dad's dream. It had massive garage doors that opened up onto the patio, just like the Crow. However unlike the Crow, you can enter and exit the building through those windows. Really cool set-up.
The last bar was WunderBar. Apparently notorious for causing people to take off their clothes. I don't even know. Honestly at this point in the night I was useless. So I have nothing worth while to write about it.
Moving along to Friday. Wicked hangover. Woke up just in time to start drinking again. I swear to God, I'm not an alcoholic, it's just literally like frosh week all over again.
I can see Fridays becoming my favorite night of the week here. Cafeen is where everyone goes and I'm really starting to love it there, and not just for the cheap drink prices. As a side-note, I beat my shot-up record, but have still yet to beat 6.6 I'll get there.
Ou, and I met another North American FINALLY. American, but hey, beggers can't be choosers. I think I freaked him out a little by how excited I was to meet him. Should've toned that down just a bit. Stupid Canadian biddy.
Last night. Pre-drank in the kitchen. Kitchen parties are a thing here which makes me quite happy because it's a little taste of the Maritimes. I've also been trying to teach the Euros how to "talk Canadian" like for instance I had to explain the proper usage of the term eh? and by. (And yes, I am aware that by is an east coast thing, but everyone here seems to think that Vancouver is the epicentre of Canada and so I need to infuse some Maritime culture here). "Wheels" was a hard one to explain. Apparently, that term is something that is strictly Canadian.
We then proceeded from the kitchen party over to a friend's place where we played Crash Bandacoot (Don't drink and drive version) all night. Wild night I know. But the thing is, I finally starting to feel more at home here. This weekend resembled a weekend that I would've had back home (minus the cucumber) and that's pretty comforting. Still waiting on this supposed culture shock, but so far I'm really loving it here.
PS. I swear I'll start putting more pictures up and talking less about alcohol and more about school. But seriously, which one would you rather hear more about?
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