weekend installment
so i pretty much feel like im literally dying by the end of every weekend. the five school days in between are a very good thing. friday and saturday consisted of, obviously a lot of drinking, but thats not very exciting so ill just tell the fun things.
christiania
friday i meet thomas in christiania at 6 pm to get beers because it was beautiful outside. the only thing ever really put DK on the map in christiania, but i heard it was overrated and hadnt mad it out there yet. the place is fucking awesome. its like walking into the oregon country fair, but not retarded hippies, just normal people. it was taken over in the 70s by a group of hippies, and remained kind of a city within a city until 2 years ago. the place was basically free and had their own currency and was not controlled by the danish government. then the war on drugs began, they forced them to change the name of the main street, pusher street, though it is still called that, and began sending cops to raid, like all the time. so on friday night in this little hippy city thomas and i are drinking beers and a group of about 8 cops come through twiddling their thumbs twice in like an hour. everyone yells OST which is cheese ad screams shit at them, and say put your hash away. the new cops get sent there and most of them hate it and just get harrassed. but awesome falafel and a cafe with good coffee and a couple games of chess which i got my ass handed to me at. what do i expect, thomas is the third best backgammon player in denmark and makes a living off poker....im surprised our games were even ten minutes. so christiania is not overrated, its awesome, and their birthday is on tuesday which is my brithday. people will riot. or jsut smoke a lot of hash.
martin 1
i met martin a week ago with thomas and just want to tell about him. both times weve hung out he's worn jean shorts right past his knees and his black hoody that says "not skateboarding is a crime" that he got in america and though made perfect sense. he has a tongue and libret peircing and plays drums in a metal band. he is wasted and hilarious and terrible at foosball. hes always saying either fuck you man, skol (cheers), or giving me a hug. i like martin 1.
bjarne
he came over to martins on friday night as well. he looks like a badass version of lee from backspace. is over 6 ft tall, skinny as hell, and can drink any of us under the table. he istens to metal and grunge but knew every single american pop song from the last three decades when we were at this terrible kitchy bar. at 5 in the morning when thomas and i said we could not possibly consume any more beer, he went home and drank more. he also came out to thomas' last night and stayed up drinking with me and watching the simpsons till fuckin 6 am. he rocks. and thinks that ive been in prison because i keep telling people 3134 was the last four digits of my prison number. and i have that scar to go with it, so you know.
martin 2
i woke up on thomas's couch on saturday and made him get up at about 3. after some food and family guy he informed me that we would be drinking again in an hour because we were heading to an fc copenhagen game, and his friend martin 2 who doesnt drink was ready to get shitfaced and watch some fuckin football. i didnt think there was any way we could possibly get beer in us after riday night, but as thomas said at the game, you're at a ball game with 3 guys, you drink beer. martin 2 reminds me of my brother because they have the same hair, and of kris robison when hes being goofy. he was the guitarist in my boys band back in the day when apparently they were popular and good, but he was kicked out by said boy. they dont talk anymore. anyway, martin is great, wearing chucks, highwasted camo pants with matching camo belt, white and blue fc kobenhavn jersey with a leather jacket, fuck yea.
basically everyone here only has guy friends beacuse the girls are stuckup, like rich guys only, and want to go dancing all the time. so its been me, a bunch of dudes, lots of beer and metal music. i love this place.
christiania
friday i meet thomas in christiania at 6 pm to get beers because it was beautiful outside. the only thing ever really put DK on the map in christiania, but i heard it was overrated and hadnt mad it out there yet. the place is fucking awesome. its like walking into the oregon country fair, but not retarded hippies, just normal people. it was taken over in the 70s by a group of hippies, and remained kind of a city within a city until 2 years ago. the place was basically free and had their own currency and was not controlled by the danish government. then the war on drugs began, they forced them to change the name of the main street, pusher street, though it is still called that, and began sending cops to raid, like all the time. so on friday night in this little hippy city thomas and i are drinking beers and a group of about 8 cops come through twiddling their thumbs twice in like an hour. everyone yells OST which is cheese ad screams shit at them, and say put your hash away. the new cops get sent there and most of them hate it and just get harrassed. but awesome falafel and a cafe with good coffee and a couple games of chess which i got my ass handed to me at. what do i expect, thomas is the third best backgammon player in denmark and makes a living off poker....im surprised our games were even ten minutes. so christiania is not overrated, its awesome, and their birthday is on tuesday which is my brithday. people will riot. or jsut smoke a lot of hash.
martin 1
i met martin a week ago with thomas and just want to tell about him. both times weve hung out he's worn jean shorts right past his knees and his black hoody that says "not skateboarding is a crime" that he got in america and though made perfect sense. he has a tongue and libret peircing and plays drums in a metal band. he is wasted and hilarious and terrible at foosball. hes always saying either fuck you man, skol (cheers), or giving me a hug. i like martin 1.
bjarne
he came over to martins on friday night as well. he looks like a badass version of lee from backspace. is over 6 ft tall, skinny as hell, and can drink any of us under the table. he istens to metal and grunge but knew every single american pop song from the last three decades when we were at this terrible kitchy bar. at 5 in the morning when thomas and i said we could not possibly consume any more beer, he went home and drank more. he also came out to thomas' last night and stayed up drinking with me and watching the simpsons till fuckin 6 am. he rocks. and thinks that ive been in prison because i keep telling people 3134 was the last four digits of my prison number. and i have that scar to go with it, so you know.
martin 2
i woke up on thomas's couch on saturday and made him get up at about 3. after some food and family guy he informed me that we would be drinking again in an hour because we were heading to an fc copenhagen game, and his friend martin 2 who doesnt drink was ready to get shitfaced and watch some fuckin football. i didnt think there was any way we could possibly get beer in us after riday night, but as thomas said at the game, you're at a ball game with 3 guys, you drink beer. martin 2 reminds me of my brother because they have the same hair, and of kris robison when hes being goofy. he was the guitarist in my boys band back in the day when apparently they were popular and good, but he was kicked out by said boy. they dont talk anymore. anyway, martin is great, wearing chucks, highwasted camo pants with matching camo belt, white and blue fc kobenhavn jersey with a leather jacket, fuck yea.
basically everyone here only has guy friends beacuse the girls are stuckup, like rich guys only, and want to go dancing all the time. so its been me, a bunch of dudes, lots of beer and metal music. i love this place.