Rest, in this case, is a word used subjectively.
After last weekend's Cafeen craziness, I thought it might be nice to have a week of working out, getting schoolwork done, overall just being a productive member of society.
Sonderborg had other plans.
Up until Thursday, this "quiet" week plan was going well. However Thursday was Halloween (side-note, is it really the end of October already? What...) and there was obviously going to be alcohol-related tomfoolery.
So one of the residences, HK, announced that they were going to have a small kitchen party. This kitchen party soon turned into a 40+ person gathering inside a room that was never meant to house that many people.
It was actually pretty fun just to have a night where we sat around and chatted with each other, plus I got to get to know a couple of people that I had really only met briefly before. Yes, I got too drunk. Shockingly, however, drunk Jessie was mildly well-behaved.
Cue J-Day.
Some background. November 1st is the day that one of the biggest Danish beer companies releases their limited edition Christmas beer. "Christmas" in Danish is Julen, hence J-Dag. (Dag, meaning day).
J-Day is essentially Denmark's version of St. Patrick's Day. Everyone goes buck all day long.
While some of the Danes started drinking early, I didn't actually start until 6 that night. The Germans, the Frenchies and I all headed out to a friend's apartment where we did far too many shots in too little amount of time, resulting in a pretty heavy buzz by 10pm.
From there, we headed out to Cafeen. The Christmas beer had been officially released at 9pm, so we all ordered a bottle as soon as we got to the bar.
After trying the beer, it became apparent that J-Day is purely an excuse to get all-day wasted. The beer was bad.
The night is kind of a blur to be honest, but there are some key moments that I remember from Cafeen.
1) Maud lost her phone at some point. I came out of the bathroom and she was full-on screaming at some girl who had knocked over her beer while she had put it down to look in the massive pile of jackets on the floor. Keep in mind that when Maud gets mad, it's a fine line between terrifying and hilarious. The girl literally gives zero fucks. Plus she has a tendency to switch rapidly back and forth between cursing in English and yelling in French. It's brilliant. Anyway, so I grabbed Birte and told her and Flo to look for Maud's phone in the jackets while Maud and I went and asked at the bar if they had found it. We quickly discovered that someone had turned it in (after having taken a picture of his treasure trail and setting it as her background image... ew.) and we ran back to tell Birte and Flo, who were, I kid you not, waist deep in jackets, digging around. I was dying.
2) The second moment I remember was more infuriating than it was hilarious. I was outside talking to one of the Germans when I heard a French guy refer to my accent as American. Jokingly, I told him it was Canadian. He argued that it was American. Still thinking he was joking, I said I'm from Canada, so it's Canadian. He shrugs his shoulders and says it's American. Getting annoyed and because I was too drunk to be a mature adult, I continued to argue. To which, he started saying that Canada and America are basically the same thing, Canada is hardly separate, blah blah blah.
Usually this wouldn't bother me, I've heard tons of generalizations like this before. And I don't hate America, I just like to be identified by my proper nationality. Maybe it was that he doing it on purpose to piss me off (for no reason except to be a shit-disturber) or that he had this stupid smirk on his ass-resembling face the whole time, but I was livid. The thing is, I try very hard when I'm here to respect where people come from, to remember which nationality they are, not offend anyone, pronounce names properly etc. And to have someone purposely try and offend me based on where I come from, for no reason other than to instigate shit, pissed me off so much. Maybe that's an over-reaction, but that's how I feel.
And so, due to this over-reaction, I came up with the most mature response to him that I could. I asked if he was dropped on his head a lot as a child, or if he was born naturally stupid.
Maturity.
Either way, it effectively ended the argument and ended the good time that I was having at Cafeen. We were on our way out anyway and so we headed off to Wunderbar.
The square was absolutely insane. People everywhere. I totally understand the whole J-Day craziness now. Definitely like St. Patrick's Day.
Anyway I woke up this morning with a pizza box in my bed and a few really horrible bruises that I have no idea how I got. I'm not sure how I keep getting injured when I get drunk, but it needs to stop. J-Day effectively claimed most of my memory and liver function.
Can we get back to taking it easy again now?
PS. Solene has been known to get drunk and pull stunts that sober Solene would never do. And so, we have dubbed drunk Solene as Marge. Just for future considerations.
PPS. I got home last night and promptly got a text from Birte telling me to come back out. From what I remember, I had changed into boxer shorts and a tank top and couldn't decide if it was worth the effort to get changed again and go back out. And so, logically I mass snap-chatted requesting people choose A) or B), A) being stay in, B) being go back out (but I didn't tell them that). Majority said A). Night over. Apologies to all involved, thank you for staying with me through my drunk antics.
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