Last night I stayed out until 6am. I have only done this one other time in my life and that didn't even count because we just left to the Crow to go to a co-worker's house.
Not claiming to be any kind of badass, but holy shit, last night lasted forever.
We started the evening at 8 in the kitchen. I have now officially confirmed that my alcohol tolerance has gone way wayyy up since I've been here. I downed a bottle of a wine in the span of an hour and a half. In second year, this would've floored me for the night and I was barely buzzing at that point last night.
Two hours later I was bartending at Cafeen, for both the first and last time. I know I've had some hate-on for working at Cafeen in some of the last couple of posts but it was actually so amazing to be behind a bar again. You just get in the zone with the music and the speed of it all and it's just kind of a high. Plus I was making great tips. Found out later on that night I was the only one who did that night. Score one for the Canadian.
And I don't want to brag too much, but Team 11 kept saying I actually looked like I knew what I was doing and I was really fast. So, woot, I'm actually skilled at something. I may or may not have threw a couple drinks their way.
So after cleaning Cafeen (which took longer than expected because Hadrien knocked over a whole case of empty beer bottles as he tried to stay after closing) it was about 3am. I was exhausted, but I really wanted to go out and see everyone.
Let me set the scene here. I walk into Wunderbar, which isn't as full as I was hoping for, but it gave me a clear view of where everyone was. Nils and Simon are holding themselves up at the bar, each throwing back five consecutive shots of Fisk. Hadrien is sitting on top of a table with his head hanging, presumedly taking a nap. Maulene (Maud and Solene) are dancing on the tables next to the dance floor to the Backstreet Boys "I want it that way". Joe is having a tantrum off in the corner next to the washrooms and Hanna is freaking because someone puked in the sink in the washroom so she can't wash her hands.
Oh. That's what happens after Cafeen closes.
Anyway, I just kind of jumped into the clusterfuck and next thing I know I'm teaching Simon how to probably do the YMCA dance on stage. (There were a lot of Fisk shots involved before that point).
Other significant events that night;
Solene nearly has a breakdown because she lost her purse, turns out it was on the d-floor
Hadrien falls asleep on almost every table in the bar
Fisk shots are only ordered in increments of ten. Eff.
Maud, Solene and I were most definitely the annoying white girls on the dancefloor.
The puke in the sink in the washroom was real.
Hadrien got kicked out (way too late)
Nick gets kicked out
Nick sneaks back in
Nick gets literally thrown out of the bar (much like you would see in movies)
Among other things...
I don't think any of us have been that fucked up before. This is the general idea of Team 11's Facebook group wall that morning.
You know you've killed a serious amount of liver cells when your phone is missing the next morning.
Anyway, I got home at 6am, after getting Pronto Pizza (the guy who works there every Friday now knows my name. I also recall us having a conversation about his homeland Lebanon and how he wants to go to Canada someday. I really hope I encouraged him or was at least coherent, but I honestly wouldn't know if I was) ate the pizza in bed (which I suppose was like breakfast), listened to One Direction then fell asleep.
Then woke up at 2:30 in the afternoon. I swear I thought the sun was setting when I woke up and almost had a panic attack. We were supposed to go skating at 3, but clearly that wasn't happening so we re-scheduled for 5.
Apparently Sonderborg builds an outdoor skating rink every year and we drive past every day when we go to school, so we finally wanted to go. So Birte, Victor, Simon and I all piled in the car and drove down there.
It was actually so much fun. I'm a horrible skater, but Victor had barely skated in his life, so Birte and I basically had to teach him while Simon twirled circles around all of us.
At one point a child did crash into me and I almost fell, but I managed to save it in an embarrassing display of flailing limbs. Simon offered each of us a push-penguin, but we still had our dignity.
Thanks anyway Simon
We took a break halfway through and had glogg (hot wine, sounds gross but its actually really good. It's a German/Danish Christmas tradition) and hot chocolate. Then Simon and Victor went for a skate together which was hilarious. We have this ongoing joke that they are the ultimate bromance.
Yes they are holding hands.
All in all, pretty twenty-four hours. I only have nine days left here which is so weird. It's definitely beginning to feel like Christmas here though, so I'm starting to ache for home a bit. It even snowed yesterday and Maud and I bombarded everyone drinking in the kitchen with snowballs. Maturity.
Anyway the next week is going to be pretty great and I'm going to try to make the most of what time I have left here. The girls have already decided they're going to come to the train station with me when I leave (at 5am, no less) and say good-bye. I'm half happy about this and half sad. I'm flattered they're all willing to get up and come see me off, but I'm also not good with group good-byes. They make me all sad and emotional and then I cry and get embarrassed. Ugh, this is going to be rough, so I just try to think about it too much.
PS. Tomorrow we're doing a Secret Santa. Maud and I were procrastinating and designed each of the name tags for the drawing. I got both of the German flags wrong that I drew and now the Germans won't let me forget it.
I guess that's what I get for not Googling.
Also if you look closely, Victor drew a moose on mine. This is the foreign recognition of Canada. Maple leaf flags and moose.
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