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February 3rd 2007

Published: February 3rd 2007

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Mrs Duck

I'm staring at the asphalt wondering

"What's buried underneath where I am?"

Another marvelous night in Copenhagen. Went to check out the political science “Friday Bar”; each department has its own bar on Fridays, which is a novel and amusing concept to the American students, given how much universities at home try to keep us from drinking. It ended up being closed, so I called Ns, who came and met us, and we took a cab back to his friends’ place.

Got a look at how “real” Danes enjoy a Friday night. You’re standard “pre-gaming” in someone’s apartment (complete with The Killers playing in the background), and then out to the kind of bar I wouldn’t go in by myself. They were a really great bunch, and we learned a Danish drinking game involving lying and dice, a pretty standard combination. Apparently beer-pong is unheard of here. But not for long…

Went to Spain afterwards, ok a club called Barcelona, where the bouncers made fun of my Massachusetts drivers license. Massachusetts, teehee. Learned a couple phrases in Danish along the way, but all that I remember is the sound “sk”, which I ended up tagging onto everything-SK.

Spent the next few hours talking to Ns, who has since come to

Bunny Ears Are

UNIVERSAL

understand the gravity of a pinky swear, yet made several others.

We’ve developed a heated contest over whose neighborhood is better. Apparently there’s a hookah bar in Vesterbro, which I definitely want to check out. Keep the tradition alive.

Opened an account at Danske Bank yesterday, so I’m starting to become a “regular citizen”, as F put it. I was actually pretty productive yesterday, heading down to the Royal Library to do some reading. The “empirical” business is absurd, but I’m trying to bite the bullet, as it were (!). Aside from “Peripheries” (my name for a course on the EU), the other two seem fairly theoretical.

These nicknames have become all too much fun for me; like my own language. A class called “Peripheries”, the bar we checked out Wednesday before Student House is now dubbed “The Clapper”, etc.

Today I’m faced with the daunting task of doing some laundry. Given all the going out and how much everyone smokes here, my clothes have picked up a distinct odor. I also agreed to go shopping today with C. Maybe make some touristy stops along the way. Oh, I have a busy day.

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