Team 11 does Flensburg

*Note: The title is in the English this time! Woot! And this is because we had made a rule that everyone had to speak English all weekend, otherwise they would chug a beer. Score one for the native English speaker.


FRIDAY

After the most boring week of intensive courses ever, the week of amazing-ness has arrived. So I could've come up with a more creative name, but you get the jest.

First up on the block, Team 11 does Flensburg! As I mentioned before, a while back we decided we were going to spend a weekend in a house in Flensburg, a town in the north of Germany. So at 3pm on Friday we set off. We had three cars and I felt like I was in a caravan of soon-to-be-drunk-20-somethings. So much excitement.

But really.

Plus I was just excited to be in a car again. I miss driving so much, so being a passenger is like the next best thing. Plus the German countryside is gorgeous.

I was in a car with Nils and Victor and we were responsible for buying the beer at the border shop. Okay, let me put this in context for you. When I got to Denmark, I thought everything was so cheap compared to Canada, but all the Frencb and the Germans constantly complained how expensive everything was. I thought they were just being dramatic. No. They were not. The border shop was ridiculously cheap. We bought 17 flats of beer (each with 30 beer), 6 bottles of wine, 6 cigars and 3 quarts of Fisk for the equivalent of 300$. I was in shock. So so so cheap.

Behold. The end of my liver function.

We got to the house and discovered we were in the middle of farm land. Not a problem because we thought we would be loud and whatnot. The house was sweet. It has a ton of bedrooms, a pool and a sauna. However, we soon discovered that because of the wind storm a few weeks ago, the heating room for the pool had been knocked out so the pool was freezing. We were advised not to go in... But as some of you know, when I get drunk I have a tendency to jump in bodies of water.

After grocery shopping (again unbelievably cheap) we came home and started drinking. The boys had already gotten started while we were shopping so they were way ahead of us. By the time we sat down for dinner (spaghetti) everyone was a little smashed. So much so, that someone decided we should say a prayer before dinner. And guess who ended up saying the prayer... This girl. My extremely religious grandmother would be proud.

"We bow our heads and softly say, 'thank you God for our food today'. Amen"

After dinner we continued drinking and played a few drinking games, all the while  continuously pouring shots of Fisk. By 10pm we were royally fucked. It was at this point that Sophia, Birte and I disappeared for a while to take care of something that I will not disclose on this blog, but it might've been the funniest thing I've ever done. From there, Solene and I got the brilliant idea that we should jump in the pool. Of course.

My whole strategy for this was to not feel the water before getting in. I regret this strategy immensely. It would've been nice to know what I was getting into. 

We jumped in and I have literally never been in water that cold before. I'm 95% sure my heart stopped. For a second, I couldn't swim because I just seized up. It was horrible. The effect was that I was immediately sober. 

As soon as we got out, however, Jo came outside and wanted to jump in and convinced us to go back in with him. We did. It was so much worse the second time. After this the three of us all hopped in the outdoor shower room and warmed up. I swear to god, I have never loved a shower more than I did in that moment.

After drying off and getting changed, we proceeded back to the living room where the treats were being broken into. We all just gorged on chips and candy while playing "chip bag football" and Never Have I Ever. I think all of our friendships are on a new level now.

After that, the boys went outside to smoke cigars and the girls took the opportunity to do some pranking...

Bitches be on prank patrol.

At around 1am, I headed off to bed, which, for anyone who knows how well I fare at house parties, is a record bedtime. Unbeknownst to me, Maud had decided to have a bath in the boys' room in her bathing suit (they have a jacuzzi). Apparently she messaged Solene to come join her and then Victor happened upon them and joined in too. The picture is priceless.

"What's a French bath?"

"A bathtub with French people in it"

Direct quote.

SATURDAY

The thing that I love about these kind of parties is waking up the next morning and finding where everyone ended up sleeping. I found Maud and Solene in the living room dying laughing. Solene had lost her pants at some point, so we wandered around looking for them while checking out where everyone else was. We then cuddled on the couch while waiting for everyone to wake up. 

Then we had a "Bavarian Breakfast". This consists of pretzels, assorted cheeses and sausages. Overall it was pretty good. To make the whole thing as German as possible, Nils cooked in his leiderhausen. I was dying.

Om nom.

After breakfast, we hung around for a bit before deciding that we wanted to go to downtown Flensburg. So we piled in the cars and headed in. Flensburg reminded me of both Prague and Halifax, which seems like a weird combination. But it's because the shopping area is cobblestone streets with little boutiques and cafes and they were in the middle of setting up for the Christmas Fair, so there were cute little vendor huts on the streets just like there had been in Prague. Plus it just seemed to have the same kind of unique character as Prague.

"Character"

But the Halifax resemblance is definitely on the harbour. We went down and walked along the boardwalk and it felt like I was back at home again.

Despite the German flags everywhere.

We grabbed a cup of coffee at a little cafe called "Friends" (copyright infringement fo sho), did some shopping and exploring, then headed back to the house. I had a short nap and woke up in time for pizza and a continuation of Friday's drink-a-palooza.

While we were in Flensburg, we had picked up some supplies for beer pong and a tiny trophy and we decided to have a tournament. I'm pretty sure my team either lost pretty quickly or we became disinterested because the next thing I know I'm the referee. And apparently this is a serious job. No joke, I distinctly remember making calls like "Un-sportmanlike conduct, one ball penalty."

After the tournament, everyone kind of dispersed a bit. Again, the girls got the bright idea that we should all hop in the bath together. This is the end result.

But seriously, how funny is that? Who needs a pool.

After most of the water had sloshed out onto the floor, Solene and I got out to hunt for treats, but Maud, Sophia and Birte stayed in to smoke cigarettes. This is so suave, I don't even know what to do...

 Just stepped out of the Great Gatsby.

In our search for food, Solene and I discovered that the boys had ordered pizza while we were in the tub, so we gorged on that for a while before putting on horrible music and dancing around, Solene with a box of cereal.

Marge was out in full-force this weekend.

SUNDAY

Around 2am, I hit a wall and knew I wasn't making it any farther in the night. So I went to bed, only to be woken up by Soso snoring at 6am. I moved to the couch and woke up again in time for breakfast ("American" breakfast this time, as requested by me; eggs, bacon and toast). Then we cleaned up, took some family photos and left. 

Aww we're so cute. This weekend was probably one of the best that I've had here. Before coming to Denmark, my biggest fear was that I wouldn't make friends and I count myself pretty lucky that I've met such awesome people. It's weird to think I'm going to leave and four weeks and not know when I'll see them again. Love them all.

PS. Birthday in two days (weh) and then Copenhagen in three! Week of amazing-ness is an accurate title.