Daville and the moto GP

Ever played twister on a bed? Do you even know what twister is? Click here if you really don't know what is, in which case I pity you. Last night I found myself in a situation which required me to play the game on bedsheets that had the same pattern as the sheet of plastic you usually play on. In this exciting post I will tell you about this experience and also what I did the previous night. I may also tell you what I got up to today. The past few sentences of this post is an example of bad writing and not that I proofread any of my posts or anything but right now I'm ashamed. But I digress. Let the magical stories begin.

Friday:
Davide and I caught the bus downtown where we met up with an Italian guy called Raffaele and some of his friends. We then had to wait around for about ten minutes for the bus to take us to the party. It was located way out in the east of Aalborg, the middle of bloody nowhere basically. I lost my ticket but I just picked up an old one and showed it to the driver, he didn't even look at the date.

This random guy aged about 40-45 got on the bus and sat opposite me. Shortly after he looked at me and said something in Danish. It was too fast for me so I just said 'sorry, no Danish'. He looked me and said: 'why not?' I figured he was joking as Danish people love to wind you up. So I said 'because I've only been here one month.' He must have decided that I was wise to his tricks so he introduced himself and I found out that he was an American who had lived here for a long time. The guy asked where we were going and being the suspicious person I am ,I told him to a friends house. If I had told him a party maybe he would have tried to get an invite haha.

We finally arrived at the party. They actually had a bar which was a first, it also meant we didn't have to lug a whole lot of beer all the way over town. There was about 120-150 people there already (11pm), and a decent sized dance floor as well. I spoke to at least ten different people up until around 1am when I met the Polish girl, Karolina, from the previous weeks party. I didn't make a post about it but I also met her earlier in the week at the student house. I was dancing with her for a while (that's right, dancing, albeit poorly). At around 3am we decided to walk downtown, possibly to the street.

I found Alberto with his calimocho (spelling?) but he was going to stay and try his luck with a Spanish girl. So Karolina and I set off, it was a decent walk of around 40 minutes as all the buses had stopped running. I was impressed that she didn't complain at all, but I later found out that in Poland she has to walk long distances all the time. The public transport must be worse than in Melbourne, if that is at all possible!

We ended up alongside the fjord, a large expanse of water that separates lower Aalborg from upper. It was bloody freezing but the view made up for it. While I was taking in the view some smart-ass decided to beep his horn causing me to nearly fall in the water haha. Lucky I didn't' because I would have taken the Polish girl in with me...

Saturday:
Later that day at around 9pm I headed downtown again, bracing myself against the blasting winds as I walked across the large main bridge. I made the mistake of opening a map I had in my pocket and of course it blew straight over the edge. Fuck you wind.

When I finally arrived at my destination Alberto and Davide were waiting for me and we made our way to the right apartment. An Italian girl named Eleanora and her housemates were hosting a dinner/party for about twelve people. We ate gnocchi, tortilla and some nice Spanish meats like chorizo and jamon serrano (smoked ham). There was a good mix of nationalities. Spanish, American, French, Italian, Dutch and of course Australian.

The inevitable suggestion to play a drinking game came. I cursed that person silently haha. This time we played a game called 'Kings'. Rules here. I won't go into details about what happened, but for a drinking game it was pretty fun.

We had been eating dinner in the largest room in the house, one of the Spanish girls rooms. Her bed happened to have the same coloured circles as in the game twister (as mentioned earlier). So we passed around a pack of cards. Whoever had a red card had to play, black meant you didn't and the ace was the person who told everyone where to put their hands and feet.

It was a single bed and got pretty crowded with four people clambering all over the place, trying not to fall to their doom. I played a few rounds then decided it was more fun to watch and take photos, so I kept a black card in my pocket. Yes I'm a cheat.

People started to drift off around 3am and I soon went home with Davide.