Last weekend

I'm going to make Friday night short. I met Marie and we went to a Bodega (Sleazy bar). Now by my standards it wasn't really that sleazy but that is just what they call them here. We had a few drinks and then we met Marie's older brother and his crazy Chilean friend. They were both high as kite's. We went to another Bodega for some more drinks. The Chilean guy, Ernesto was a funny guy. He kept asking me about the topography of Australia and where I live. I didn't really know what he was asking but we somehow reached an agreement on whatever he was asking me, due to me saying 'ja ja' occasionally. It proved to me that you don't even need to know what someone is asking you if your a bit drunk, you can still have a perfectly logical conversation. At least logical to one person. I missed the last bus of course and had to walk home. I spied a bike that looked good on the way home but I lacked the motivation at the time to steal it.



On Saturday I had to go to the first class of my Danish language course. It lasted for six bloody hours! I was still tired from the going to bed the previous night at around 3am of course. The language bath (as they call it), ended at 16:00 (4pm). When I got back I checked my face book and found out I had to meet Mathies at 17:30 for a dinner party with his girlfriend and some other exchange students. So I tried to find (and failed) some respectable looking clothes and headed downtown to the centre of Aalborg.

Mathies was with a girl from Bulgaria, a girl from Hungary and a guy from Sheffield, England. It was good to see a Brit because I usually get on well with them. Besides this, they also love a drink or ten.

We walked for about 2km, the guy from Sheffield had brought twelve beers with him so I stopped off and bought some more for anyone who wanted one. It was around 6pm by this stage and we had a party to go to at 9pm, so I thought that the guy from Sheffield (Drew) was slightly optimistic with his twelve beers. We finally arrived at Mathies's girlfriends (Sarah) place. Sarah had a damn nice apartment, it was pretty small but nice and cosy. Marie also arrived soon after we did.

The food was good. Meatballs, some rye bread, a potato salad and a lot of alcohol. Mathies had a bottle of what I have being describing as Fisherman's. The Danes call it 'Fish-face'. It was a one litre bottle but we managed to down the whole thing plus quite a few beers before we left to go out.

On the way to 'Jomfru Ane Gade' I heard the taxi driver say something about a parachute being needed for his driving. At the time I thought this was pretty funny, so did Drew the English bloke.

We arrived at 'Rock Nielson' for the big party and started out with some tequila and beer. They serve the salt for the tequila shot in a shot glass here. Much better than the dodgy McDonald's looking packet they give you back in Australia. After awhile Mathies and Marie left and I caught up with Alberto and my other house mates. Then I saw an American girl I know, Allison and she tried to get me to dance but I wasn't up for it at the time. I found out that Drew had to get carried home already so I figured he had a good night lol.

Not too sure what I did for the next few hours but eventually I left with some people (one of my house mates included), and we headed home. On the way I saw the Bulgarian girl and I remember yelling out what I thought was English but it turns out it was something from the Danish language class I did earlier in day. So there you go folks. The best way to learn another language is listen to it for six hours then get very drunk and practice!

On the way I had the bright idea of taking the bike I saw on Friday night. I carried it for about 3 kilometers, nothing suss. The stupid thing is I didn't even need to carry it, it would have rolled just fine. We made it home at god knows what time and I fell asleep half on my bed, half on some clothes that were on the floor. I got a bit of a surprise when I woke up and my new bike was leaning on me at around 14:00 the next day! Don't worry parentals, it's ok to steal a bike here remember?

Today (Monday), I went and bought a lock so no bastard steals my bike (you can see what I'm doing here), some lights and a file. I'll leave it to your imagination as to what the file is for.