On Friday after I left Mom at the airport, I went to Julia's house where we made dinner with her friend from home, Steph, who was visiting from Edinburgh. Then, the 3 of us took the train into the city (with a bottle of wine for the hour long ride, of course) and met up with another one of Julia's friends from home, Freya, who is currently living in Copenhagen. She invited us to her apartment and then we went out with some of her friends to a bar in the city. Fairly uneventful night overall, but a lot of fun nonetheless.
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| Steph, Jules and I |
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| sucking helium from balloons we found in the street because we're 5 |
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| DK loves THRONES |
Saturday night had been dubbed birthday night to celebrate 3 of our friend's birthdays in the city at a disco club called Night Fever. Obviously. I had absolutely no desire to go out again, but I forced myself off the couch and met my friends at their Collegium (Danish dorm building). The club was absurd and I hate it with passion. Granted, my hostility is essentially directed at the betches running the coat check, but I still hate it. Long story short, when we checked our coats, they put mine on the same hanger as my friend's and only gave her the ticket. At the end of the night (which I had intended to be midnight) I went to get my coat and was basically told to f off by the lovely girls at the door because "if I didn't get a ticket, I didn't check my coat" apparently. They made me stand there for THREE HOURS waiting for the line to clear so they could "look around" aka walk up and down the coat rack for 12 seconds and then say "you obviously didn't check your coat" for the 37th time. As Steve Carell would have said in this situation, '"it's not here" would have sufficed, but thank you for the judgmental tone, coat check servant.' So, at 3:30 in the morning, I walked (sprinted) home in the freezing cold with no coat and then skyped anyone online on the train ride home to tell them how much I hated Denmark and I wanted to come home. LOL. Not my finest of moments, but I was ticked. Can you blame me? Turns out my friend left before me and they handed her both coats. She gave mine back to them and described me to them, saying I would be coming soon to get it, but she couldn't find me so she left and the rest is history. On a lighter note, I ended up getting my coat back on Monday from the manager, so it's whatever. Sunday morning, I was just as ticked as I was 3 hours before when I finally got home, so Susanne and I went on a 2 hour walk/run to Humlebaek harbor (another one of my favorite places) and then back home. So that's that.
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| just to give you a taste of the stupidest club on the planet |
After I got my coat back, things were looking up again. Tuesday was Sebastian's birthday, but I unfortunately couldn't go out to celebrate with the family because I had a field study for my psych class. However, it was probably one the most eye opening and moving experiences I have had in Denmark. My class and 3 other gender related classes had the opportunity to meet with Mike (names changed), a 26 year old former DIS student, who 6 years ago, moved to Denmark and left both his very conservative/God-fearing family and his life as a woman in the past. I won't go into details on here, but basically, he knew his whole life that he was not supposed to be a girl, but his family repressed this notion time and time again. I'm actually crying typing this, his story was so heartfelt and enlightening. It makes me positively sick to think that there are people who can't just accept someone for who they are. I could go on for days about this, but I promised to save the rants for discussion pieces and not simple blog reading. Anyway, Mike explained to us (in explicit and hilarious detail) his transition and his male partner shed light onto some of the issues he faces in dating a FTM (female to male transsexual), both personal discrepancies and external judgements. The couple also brought their friends, Laura (a male to female transsexual) and her female partner. Their transition was a little bit different, as they started dating when Laura was still a male, whereas Mike and his partner met after the transition. Neither had had a sex change operation, but Mike was about to when he realized that he wasn't ready to eliminate the potential to have children. So to end the most heartwarming/tearjerking 2 hours of my life, Mike and his partner showed the ultrasound of their baby!!! The whole class (well most of us anyway) erupted into one giant "AWWWWWWW" and then talked more one on one with them afterward. Great night.. one I'll never forget, for sure.
Wednesday I spent studying for my Danish exam (almost fluent... LOL not) and then Thursday after I aced it (hopefully), I packed for London!!!!!
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