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Big Weekend

22 August 2006 8:13 AM | In Copenhagen, Nightlife |

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So many things happened this weekend that I don’t think they are going to fit in a single post. Actually, the streak started last Wednesday, with the night out to the Sudenter I already talked about. But you know, once I get into going out the thing always gets wild. It’s been five days in a row going out a lot, yesterday was Monday and I finally had a rest, 14 hours sleeping got me new and strong enough to write again.

But, as Jask the ripper said, let’s make parts of this. I will start with Thursday, the day I got beaten up. Yes folks, I had to come to the most peaceful country in the world to get into my first fight. The “how” and the “why” is not too clear yet. It was one of these nights supposed to be quiet until the moment Leo suggested a few glasses of Arehucas in his place. There we got excited talking about different stuff so we decided a visit to the Moose was mandatory. Moose always success and we had a funny time there, chatting with some Dannish girls, 2 or 3 times bigger than any of us but very friendly (I guess that’s the way it is..). So, we went to LA again and it happened to be that there was a bunch of guys there with another concept of fun. It seemed there was a look they did not like and pummm, before I could realize I had been hit. I believe they skipped the normal rough talking and pushing stage and jumped over me. This probably had something to do with my lack of reflects and more than probably with the bad luck I carry with me lately. This normally affects people around me, Elena-Atenas damaged her knee when trying to climb to a fence where I was, I accidentally broke Manuel-Paris’s face when playing basketball, Leo went to the ground the night I made him Flint… And, finally it was my turn. I guess it was unavoidable. The result in the picture..

Important comment here, Denmark is not a dangerous place! Not at all! Those guys were a bunch of palestinians probably pissed of because of something. Don’t think this kind of events is common here, actually is really unusual this happens. In fact, the guys left immediately as if everybody had started to look bad at them. And of course, we continued the night, such a minor incident can not stop a true party-man. We went back to the Moose where I still stayed till very late. And that’s the way the rough Thursday finished…

Next day there was a special plan: Sweden! We were visiting the famous Malmo festival, my eye was very purple and the hangover though, Leo could not make it even to take the train, he was feeling very sick and had to go back home. Anyway, there we went, Ivan and me, right after we got there we met an Italian friend of him. Such a small world, the guy was on his way to Stockholm and decided to stop in Malmo to see the festival till 11 when his train was leaving. But I guess he was not counting with finding a couple of Spanish guys armed with a bottle of rum. There is no better way to colonize a new country than some street drinking, using the table of a bar and, not happy with that, ask for a cowboy picture with the waitress…

Once the Italian left we got into the real thing. Kind of disappointing though, the festival mainly consisted on a bunch of streets full of places serving any kind of food: greek, Mexican, Arabian… People were too young for us and there was not much going on so we started to ask for the Malmo going out area. In the meantime, something really weird had happened, the rum in my bottle had dissapeard, I guess it had a whole cause Ivan was not drinking and the Italian guy only had a glass. I don’t know what happened…

Churros en Suecia???

As we were not really finding the right way we joined a very friendly Swedish guy who was hanging around with four girlfriends. It happened to be that the guy was part of the Swedish national swimming team, sure he was, 2 meters of muscles, all those girls were rotating around him. The funniest moment was when he mentioned he was only 19. Very friendly people but as soon as we could we got rid of them and continued the night at our own. We ended up in a nice irish place where two very weird guys were playing some music. Ivan talked to them and managed to get the address of the next cool place to visit. Jajajaja very funny place, typical gothic – weird place, people dressing very very rare, black make-up, girls hanging around wearing bras, a lot of leather and the most funny thing: there was a karaoke in the second floor!. I guess this can only happen in Sweden, to see a collection of sinister people holding a micro and singing very loudly every kind of weird songs is priceless!

So, we stayed there until very late and then looked for another place. Unfortunately admission was very expensive everywhere so we got into the train back to Copenhagen. In order to sleep? Nooooo, Copenhage has a very interesting night life even at 4. As soon as we got there we headed to the Moose which was, as usual, pretty crowded. If Thursday had been the fights day Friday was been the good vibrations one. I have to tell you again how friendly is these people, we were sit down, having a beer when we saw a girl with a tie passing. We asked her why she was wearing that and she immediately smiled and sit down with us. The boyfriend, or whatever he was, was standing in the bar happily, later on we also talked to him. Pure Moose spirit.

When we were leaving the Moose we found a group of Danish people and they immediately offered us to join them for going to another place, named Hong Kong, located in the most posh area here in Copenhagen and open till 11. So there we stayed with our new Danish friends and the girl with the tie who shown up after a while! At 8 we left, it was already dawn and time to finish a great night in which we partied in two different countries. Definitely one of the most complete ones so far.