"Tonight's gonna be a good, good night..."

I'm back! I think I'm addicted to blogging.

We'll get the boring stuff out of the way first. Classes are going pretty well... though ironically enough, Health Care in Northern Europe (my core class) is by far my least favorite. Despite being an HS major, I'm kind of liking art history the most out of all of them. Or my Rome class, even though it's only one credit. Every class "elects" 2 class reps to meet with the teacher every now and then to report how the class is going. There really was no incentive to do this in any of my other classes, but when our Rome teacher (Mr. Bro) said that he'd buy the reps cake and drinks in Italy, Becky and I jumped on that. We are now taking our leadership roles way too seriously and are planning to mandate a toga party, when in Rome. hahahh

So it's starting to look like Tuesday nights are going to be our big nights out on the town, since we're usually traveling and such on weekends. (This weekend we're all going on short study tours with our core classes.... woooohoooo.) Tuesday nights are also the nights when Iben goes to her spinning class and leaves us on our own for dinner. Since we were planning to go out afterwards anyway, Becky invited me over for dinner with her host family. They were awesome!! We had some big meatball things and they were delicious.

Becky and I got ready and she grabbed her bike out of the shed for the commute home. In the process of doing so, she somehow got it stuck on another bike. After wrestling with it for a little while, we decided that the night was off to a good start & started singing that Black Eyed Peas song that I love so much.

We then got on the metro (my first time! I was so excited) and even though they apparently never check the transportation passes, there was a guy coming around to do checks. I confidently whipped out my transportation pass and he started looking at me kind of funny. (Here's where my mind starts going uhh-ohhhh). We discovered that Becky does NOT actually live in zone 2 like she thought, but rather zone 3 which is not on my transportation pass. How you can get to zone 3 without first going through zone 2 is a mystery to me. This dude was not sympathetic at all... and gave me a 600 kroner fine that I have to pay at the post office. Lovely. At least I didn't get deported, right? I wanted to cry, but we decided it would be better just to laugh. YEP, tonight's gonna be a good night.....

Things continued to go downhill after that. We went to the Moose Bar, which I've decided is going to be like that frat that you know you should stop going to every weekend but you keep going back anyway. (You Gburg kids know exactly what I mean). There was some confusion and a bunch of people were going to migrate elsewhere, so I just followed along. I was kind of under the impression that all the girls I went out with were behind me, but I turned around at one point and they were not. Somehow it ended up just being me and Cole, and he kept saying how he wanted to go home. (Oh--- sidenote: my phone decided yesterday that it was going to stop sending texts... so when my friends were texting me telling me where they were, I couldn't respond.) Cole wanted to go home, but I forced him to stay with me until I found my people in a sad little karaoke bar rocking out to .... you guessed it.... Bruce Springsteen. I'm telling you, Denmark LOVES him.

After a few rounds of bad karaoke I decided I was done for the night. I dejectedly walked back to Radhuspladsen to get on the 93N at 1:30. The way the night was going, I was surprised I actually made it on time.... AND I still had time for a pit stop to 7-11 for a muffin. Poor choice.

When I woke up at 7:30 this morning to the sun aggressively shining in my window, I reflected on all of this... and the fact that I'm not sure what time my drawing class is meeting today. The only consolation came when I was making breakfast and finally discovered where my family stashes the Nutella. That is a sign that it's going to be a good day, at least :)