Anti Flag- yes, sometimes the title is irrelevant to the content...

FRIDAY:
Last Friday my house mates and I found out that a traffic light party was going to be taking place that night. For those of you that don't know what this kind of party entails, allow me to elaborate. You wear green if your single and looking, orange if it's complicated and red if you have a boyfriend or girlfriend. It really is the stupidest way to theme a party, ever. The English bloke, Drew wanted me to go dressed up as an actual traffic light just to take the piss out of the whole thing. I was up for this but lacking in materials so I played it safe and found something green to pin on myself.

We went to Drew's house beforehand and of course got lost. We arrived at what we thought was his place and called him up to tell him to come outside. A few minutes go by and then we hear this yelling further up the street. The crazy bastard came out in bare feet! We were only out by a few hundred meters, no big deal.

There was already around six other people at his place, so we numbered about eleven people at that stage. Drew brought out a lethal looking game which gives you an electric shock if you are the last one to push a button. I hadn't even started drinking and I already lost three times, my reaction times must be shocking. Thank god the batteries started to go flat because my wrist was starting to cramp up like I was clutching a bloody electric fence. Then someone brought out a bottle of really good Estonian vodka and we played a basic drinking game. Bye bye vodka.

After a few hours we decided to head out to the traffic light party (god it even sounds lame). First we went to where we thought it was being held but inside everyone was sitting down, and their was kids running around. Didn't really look like the sleazy party we were looking for. Christoph called up his German friend and after talking about sausages for awhile he managed to get the proper address of the place. By this stage we were all freezing so most of us just decided to go back to our place. Jaroslav (Czech guy) decided to go and check out the party and let us know if it was any good.

My room is the biggest so naturally we ended up sprawled in there drinking beers and chilling out. Someone had the bright idea of taking photos of everyone but we got some quality shots of everyone especially Alberto.


SATURDAY:
I woke up around 14:00 (2pm). I then tried to sleep some more but the house mates were being rowdy so I decided to bite the bullet and wake up (It's Tuesday now and I'm still waking up, story of my life). So I left the darkness and entered the harsh world of sunlight, if you can even call it sunlight in Denmark. The guys informed me of a birthday party that night at a Spanish girls house. While my brain registered this I went and took a shower.

I then looked in the fridge and shock horror I was out of beer. I went and picked up another case of the local beer- Tuborg. It is made by Carlsberg but it's like the cheaper version. A beer is a beer in any case.

Later that day at about 22:00 we headed out to the Spanish birthday party. I was a little unsure about this one as when the Spanish people are together they tend to talk in Spanish, which can be kind of awkward for me as you would expect. We were told the party was on the 'two and a half floor'. I was half expecting some sort of Harry Potter type place because the floor numbers did not make any sense. In any case we just listened for the loud music and it worked as usual. The apartment was jam packed with what looked to me like the whole Spanish and Italian community. Luckily for me I live with an Italian and a Spanish so I had translators for everyone. I roamed from room to room meeting new people and occasionally bumping into people I knew already. After awhile Davide (my Italian house mate) introduced me into an Italian girl, Eleanora. She was really nice and having traveled quite widely really easy to talk to which was good. I then bumped into the Austrian girl from the previous night and one of her flatmate's. We decided to ditch the party as it was starting to die down at this point and head to Jomfru Ane Gade. Somebody told me Alberto and Davide were already there but this turned out to be wrong. Never trust a drunk Spaniard haha.

We met Marie, Mathies and Jesper near the street and went to the metal bar- Rock Kaffen. It was packed, no room to move at all. The atmosphere is great at that place. I think I was feeling the lack of sleep from the previous night and all the previous weekends by this point and I went home pretty early with Christoph.

SUNDAY:
=Sleep, eat and more sleep.