MUNICH HERE WE COME!

"yooo b**ches, i'm assuming everyone will want to go to oktoberfest this year! we need someone to plan everything!http://www.munichsoktoberfest.com/" 

(April 21, 10:10pm via Denison University's "COPENHAGEN" thread on Facebook.)

It seems like no time at all has passed since we CPH-Denisonians started to plan the adventure of a lifetime: the Bicentennial of Oktoberfest. Well... IT'S FINALLY HERE! 5 months later we're beginning to pack our bags, print our boarding passes, and detox for a couple of days before we embark on our journey to Munich. 48 hours exactly (we leave CPH at 6:45am Friday morning and get on a plane back at 6:30am Sunday morning) of German beer, large tents, essentially no sleep, the occasional shower, and the craziest reunion anybody from Denison could ever ask for. We're coming from all over the place: Copenhagen, Heidelberg, Aix en Provence, Alicante, and one special visitor is coming from the village we hold so close to our hearts -- Granville, Ohio!

I don't think I could be any more excited about this weekend. Our hotel will probably dread the day they decided to book who knows how many college students, the waitresses will likely get frustrated with all of our shouting, and we'll inevitably never want to leave... and that's what makes this reunion so beautiful. How many times can a person say that they reunited with their best friends from college in Munich at the BICENTENNIAL OF OKTOBERFEST!? Once.

It's been 4 months since we've seen each other, Bonesleez. Tears will be shed.

Sex Swings & Beatlemania: West Denmark Edition

Best study tour ever. Officially.
So from Thursday until Saturday I was with the coolest kids ever (CMM Section A, obviously) gallivanting about in a few cities in the western part of Denmark. We started off in Arhus where we visited TV2, Aros Communication, and M2 Films. We ALSO went to the Aros Museum which was so cool. There was this exhibit called "I Love You" and it was just incredible. All these installations about passion, hate, love, sex, blah blah blah. The exhibit obviously finished in a room full of sex swings, where we spent about 20 minutes swinging and chit-chattin'. I'm obviously going to have a sex swing room when I'm older.
Our first day in Arhus terminated with our bus getting shot... but not really. Our bus driver was parking by the place where we were wining & dining and ended up backing into some wall and the back windshield shattered EVERYWHERE. It made the most terrifying sound. Molly literally flung herself onto the ground and army crawled her ass as far away from the back of the bus as quickly as possible. But it's cool: we were granted a free glass of wine or beer at dinner to console us after such trauma.
Later, we ventured on to Kolding. THAT evening finished with a 44-year-old man hitting on me after giving Caity and me beer... so, obviously, Lance had to be my boyfriend for the evening. But I mean, he was the worst fake boyfriend ever and just sat there while the man that could've been my father talked my ear off. Kolding was cool, though. The next morning we went to Koldinghus, this castle, where they had like a four-floor Beatles exhibit. I could not have been more ecstatic. We played Beatles Rockband and everything. Pictures coming. Don't fret.
Umm... nothing else really. Except that we also went to a town called Middelfart.
BACK IN COPENHAGEN NOW! CIAAAOOOO.

Lad os holde en gang downtown (i København!)

Pardon my Danish...
So after two weeks in Copenhagen, I'm finally becoming accustomed to the Danish lifestyle. This city is awesome and so far I'm very impressed with my classes, the food, and the nightlife. My first night here, however, did not start off so smoothly. After having a meeting with the fellow DIS members of my kollegium, I decided to venture off to meet up with small Sinsheimer (Denison homeboy, obviously). It only took me 45 minutes to actually get to his kollegium even though now I know that he lives a mere five minutes away... cool.
Once I got to his kollegium, I met Meg and Steven (fellow 'Hiv'-livers...that's what we call Hvidovre) and we got on the wrong bus... and the wrong train... but then we met a nice Danish man who hooked us up and got us on the right metro to get to The Dubliner, so that we could meet up with Whipple. We spent a good couple hours, wasting all of our money on completely overpriced beer, at that one god-foresaken pub, and finally decided to return to the Hiv. While waiting for the bus though, Meg and I decided to be American...and get Burger King... and run into the Scottish Pub and eat it in a corner... where we later saw old people start taking their clothes off.
Disturbed. My first impression of Danes wasn't so hot. Clearly.
SKAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLL.