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.
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