Cola or Pepsi?

Sep 13, 2009 23:48

In Copenhagen, I was constantly offered random drugs. Big bars, small clubs, straight restaurants, gay coffeeshops - everywhere I went to, it seems. I wonder if there's just something about me that screams, "heavy drug user"?

Once, I was in the girls' bathroom of Cosy bar, which is a late-night hang out spot for when everything else has closed. I'm coming out of the cubicle, and there's a guy near one of the walls. I am about to scream, and he says, "Oh please don't yell, I am just looking for my coke".

So then I start washing my hands. He's definitely looking for something, searching his pants, jacket.. I'm brushing my hair (which was the real reason I came to the bathroom in the first place, it looked like a dead raven's nest by this time... if that raven was blonde). The guy just keeps looking miserable, pulling all pockets inside out. Suddenly, he pulls down his pants and makes a bright discovery! Well, apparently the coke was in his boxers.

At this point I'm already making my way toward the door, of course. And he calls after me, asking if I'd like some? Of course I say no thanks. He looks genuinely surprised. "But you're so pretty! Why would you not want coke?" This is a lovely way to look at things, but no, definitely not interested in coke from your underwear.

tavern chats, globe-hopping

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