or the story of four beautiful girls, a Swede, a fortuneteller and a crown prince, if you will.
Friday
Alarm bell rang 04.15. I had been sleeping between one and two hours, began the day by brewing coffee to the thermo cup and to pack the last things - the pill, toothbrush. 07.40 plane took off, I read two pages in the V for Vendetta, fell asleep, woke up again and was arrived in Copenhagen with Dessie , Carro and Ingo. Denmark was quite mild, it was pretty far to walk from Forum metro station to the hotel in Frederiksberg Allé in the bag on skuldera, and we were pretty tired when we arrived at the hotel and got us from the pack. The downside to book the cheapest flights is that when you come so early is always present that it is not allowed to check in yet. We killed two or three hours of lunch and some shopping, before we found the hotel beds, and slept a heavy stone for an hour. I do not know what became of all the hours that day, but we bought beer at 7 / 11, drank it in his hotel room while we listened Dessie party playlist, dressed us and danced Zumba slæsh breakdance.
Sometime around nine we were at the Hard Rock Café with the message that it was twenty minutes waiting on tables. Zero stress jogging suit, we were there almost as much for Strawberry Daiquiry that for dinner anyway. After dinner and drinks, we went on 7 / 11 second and bought the first Mono. We popped them in the planetarium, and suddenly we had a new friend in the Swede Oliver, self-proclaimed professional improviser. We drank and shook hands, and Oliver's friend Christian responded with "Är'u completely fucking stupid in huvet?" (No, I can not write in Swedish) when Oliver decided that they would be with us where-now-than- we-should. We ended up at an Irish pub, The Irish Rover. The first floor was packed, we ended up alone on the second floor, and Ingo and I decided to pee and buy beer, but came back with water instead of having found a board with twelve shots at our table. Four shots each and a few beers later, Oliver was escorted out by three policemen (we had rid ourselves of him for a while in advance, and do not know why the police arrived), and there was live music by Irish bands and great atmosphere. We and the next table trampeklappa in an otherwise quiet as a mouse local, and the result was a kind private concert in the corner where we sat. I do not remember what time it was when we let ourselves, but I remember that I said that now we have almost daily, and that we make sure to steal a Beermat each.
Dessie at cafes.
Ingo at cafes.
Carro at cafes.
The others drank hot chocolate with cream top,
.. while poor laktoseintollerante I had to content myself with black coffee.
hotel room had a nice window sill, and Dessie and Ingo took every bottle of their fine in the store.
Dessie has Ponta themselves.
In the bar at the Hard Rock Café.
Damn, now I remembered that I forgot to rap guitar from the drink!
We had a very patient waitress, so we on fishing with a smile. Eheh-heh-heee! : D
It's not really so very strange that the Norwegians in Denmark is drunk before one can say cheers.
As I said, it was just us and a board with 12 shots in the 2nd floor. Top atmosphere!
"Pretend you know each other now, so I take pictures of you!"
Carro and our friend Oliver.
Dessie and the undersigned.
Privvatkonnsert.
Thumper Pat.
\u0026lt;3
Saturday
The day began at two o'clock in a cafe who had won the award for most butter one slice of bread in any competition, but it had Asterix & Obelix theme, and we got bread from usmurt cøliaker -Dessie eggs and bacon platter, so it did not so much. Moreover, the sun was shining, the snow melted and we had vårfølelse in the body as we walked the planetarium up and down and drank coffee at a cafe over priced. We took a taxi back to the hotel, showered and made us ready to eat dinner, and somehow was over at half past nine before we sat down at Mama Rosa, even though we took a taxi there as well. Dessie, Ingo and I shared a bottle of wine while we waited to order, yet while we waited for the food, and when we ordered the bottle number three while we were eating the waiter looked a bit strange to us, but he smiled and nodded. As we walked, two Danish gentlemen over and took a cigarette with us, we are told that we were around the corner and buy two drinks for the price of one, and voila, we are sitting at a table that is so full of free drinks that only so whether there is room for them. Two drinks later I was offered to dance, I was in battle, and 45-year-old Jimmy taught me salsa while Dessie and Mess (or Mads, in Danish) looked a little bit skeptical. The rest of the evening is a fuzzy mix of free cigarettes and beer, our neighbors from Mama Rosa's left and was replaced by Danish drænge on our own age, I danced with some gangsta ', and all my sympathy goes to the taxi driver who drove us home. We hid in the hallway of the hotel, waited until he drove and went to 7 / 11 on the corner, very important that he saw that we went to a different location than where he dropped us off, namely. After having spent our money on chicken skewer and soda, we had a conversation with a security guard who began to undress to the point that he was not at work (do not ask, I do not know), before Carro pointed excited at today's newspaper door. Front page showed a man holding his hands about half a meter apart, and quite seriously, "it eeeeer the man who works at the checkout here now, so! Shit, why is he in the papers, 'a? Neat! "We went back to the hotel, on the way we stole our newspaper that was lying on the stairs. While we ate I found the business card I had received from salsa dancer Jimmy. It could tell us he had work the title "coach, healer, clairvoyant." The discovery that I had danced salsa, and learned to speak Danish by a male fortuneteller, resulted in loud laughter cramps, and the neighbor knocked on the wall before we concluded that six is an appropriate time to say good night.
We Ponta!
Asterix & Obelix cafe.
A mandatory boar's head. It is obvious by the way many heads on the walls of Copenhagen.
Carrot cake Massa Keren?
Carro and Ingo.
Me and Dessie.
wine bottle number 1 and 2
Me, Mess, Dessie and two drinks for the price of one.
Drink Hell.
\u0026lt;3
Do not ask me what I am doing. The time was 4, and we were on our way to look for a taxi.
Again, at the 4
Sunday
Alarm bells rang eleven, but we stood up to twelve. We went on 7 / 11, and on the front page of the newspaper was a picture of a proud Prince who showed the size of their newborn children .. wait, what? Krompen? "Ååååh, so it was not him who worked on 7 / 11 was on the cover? Hahahhahahah, no well, no. Then. "Krompen have anyway a clothing style that is eerily similar uniform to 7 / 11 's night watchman. No, so ..
We ate breakfast in the hotel room on Sunday, and I do not remember where was this day either, but at four forty-five we decided to do something nice and touristy. We went to the Round Tower, were told that they closed in ten minutes, and slang thirty million into the ticket gate. We went fast, I got a little dizzy, and behind me I could hear the other pant, but we did stop, we got the whole three minutes to see Copenhagen from the top in the dark, before we went down again and back to the hotel. We slept an hour at the hotel and ate dinner at Mama Rosa again, but without wine, for we were tired all together. The rest of the evening was spent packing, we tried to sleep early, but none of us made it. When the bell rang out at six o'clock on Monday did it hurt the everything, but Monday was only used to travel, so it's not worth writing about.
From Round Towers.
Inside the Round Tower.
Natta Carro!
tradition, we lived in a sea of food and empty bottles and brusskvetter.
Thank you for a ride finfin, søtnoser! \u0026lt;3
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