i can hear the tour des chambres continuing outside. here (in andrea’s room again) all is quiet. the way this works, everyone prepares a drink for the people who troop through, staying in each room for ten minutes or so, handling whatever the room’s occupant has left lying around, drink, laugh, talk, move on.
i got here late, arriving in a hair-tangled flurry from dinner at mel’s house. her host-parents are out of town. instead of throwing raucous parties, she’s hosting three separate small events. tonite she cooked six of us a lovely dinner and dessert over which we had to linger and from which we then had to clean.
and to that katie and i had appeared in a hair-tangled flurry from our full day of touring denmark’s viking sites. we met our nordic mythology class at 9 a.m. in center city, hopped on a bus, and between then and hopping off again at 5:30 we did a lot of trekking through sheep’s droppings, mud, wet grass, hail and wind. it was worth it though. our mythology’s teacher’s a riot. if you can imagine it, he’s a mix of hagrid and harry potter, with a little mr. miller thrown in. at one of the museums, you can try on replicas of helmets and chain male (sp?) so katie and i took turns taking pictures of each other. i tried to hold my axe with pride but the helmet was so heavy i had to hold the helmet up so it wouldn’t smash my nose. yeah, can’t really take me seriously as a warrior.
yet again last nite we couldn’t find jazz. the place we had intended to go had a kr. 200 cover. instead we ended up at the student house, packed and well-atmosphered although full of sketchballs. one guy grabbed my waist at the bar and when i ignored him he did it again. a girl with him got me a discount on my drink and he insisted that meant i owed him a dance. date rape doesn’t exist in this country — one of the ways dk and most of europe is less advanced than we are. anyone who accepts drinks from a guy and goes home with him can’t press charges no matter what happens.
these nice and entirely wasted folks let me slip away to nurse my hot chocolate without much protest. heather went to get a beer and came back twenty minutes later with a description of the guy who hit on her that matched mine. we laughed about it and later returning from the bathroom together we passed him, shading our eyes with the exact same motion, walking on.