Hi friends,
it has been a while since I have last blogged. It is hard to get me to stay in a computer lab for any extended period of time. Today it is rainy and cold and I have to type up a couple of papers so clearly I should blog first.
Last weekend we had some extremely great and unusual weather for Denmark. It was sunny and in the 90's. No one has AC here so I think everyone and their sister came to the beach. Cho and I have a brand new beach that is a ten minute walk from our place on Ama. (They call it Ama, but if you are looking on a map it is Amager.) It is absolutely beautiful. There are a bunch of windmills sticking out of the water to the north of the beach and across the Oresund straight (connecting the Baltic Sea to the Atlantic Ocean via Kattegat, Skagerrak, and the North Sea) you can see the coast of Sweden.
The cool thing about beaching in Denmark is their casual attitude towards nudity. You can be topless if you want. Not everyone does it, but no one will care if you do. I saw a mom handing out snacks to a bunch of little 5 to 10 year olds. She was only wearing a pair of jean shorts. So Cho and I decided that one of our souvenirs would be to have tanned ta tas. Unfortunately, the nice sunny weather has not lasted and, at least as of right now, I am not sure if I will ever see the sun again while on this continent.
In other news about the beach, it is one of the places Cho and I run to. I like doing this best around 10pm because the sunsets are gorgeous. We also run through Christiania and around a couple of lakes close to our kollegium (aka kick ass dorm). PS - I have decided to join Cho and her mom in training for a 1/2 marathon that will take place somewhere in the Midwest, sometime in October. We had been running everyday until...(drum roll please) we got our tattoos! We took a couple of days off for our ankles to heal. Between that and the chilly downpours, our daily runs have sort of petered out.
Here are some awesome pics of our tattoo adventure:
Ouch!
Yawn and us at the bar post tattooing:
Mo's foot:
Cho's foot:
ooh, and as you can see, we also were able to get our sticky little fingers on a few cute nursing uniforms. (I know you cannot see me, but believe me I am pumping my fists of triumph in the air as you read this.)
Our tattoo artist was pretty cool. I forgot how to spell his name, but it is pronounced Yawn. Maybe it was Jan? Unfortunately, he developed an annoyingly persistent crush on me, but that can be for another blog. What is funny about him is that he is the apprentice to this other dude named Alex who apparently is the best portrait artist in all of Europe. (He has many awards and would not shut his abnormally large pie hole about it ALL night long.)
Well Alex had tattooed a ginormous picture of Ozzy Ozborne's face on the front of Yawn's thigh. And at last week's tattoo convention in Amsterdam, he did an equally large portrait of some character from some cult classic horror movie on the back of the same thigh. That won him first place. But Ozzy came to Copenhagen this week and signed Yawn's thigh right under his face and then Alex tattooed the signature on national television.
ooooh. whatev.
Here is a funny new poop joke that some other tattoo artist told me while we were all having drinks together later that night:
"What did the cowboy with poop on his beard say?
I've been looking for love in all the wrong places..."
ah ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Interestingly, the guy that told me this joke is also getting a portrait done from Alex. Only, he is getting a gigantic picture of him holding his newborn son that covers the entire length of his torso from pit to hip. The only thing is, he is going to be portrayed as the devil who is tattooing his newborn son's face. WTF? And he said our tattoo's were weird.
Anyhoo, I have one paper down and one to go. They are both due before we head off to Sweden tomorrow morning at the butt crack of dawn. Well, really it will only be at 7:45am. Actually, after spending a few nights on the town, I have come to the conclusion that it does not get dark until about midnight and then it starts getting light out again around 3am.
I feel like an insomniac here.
oh yeah, by the by, Cho's official new nickname is farty. Holy crap she is a gas machine! I need a fan constantly blowing her away from me. (ps she approves of this message) It may have something to do with all the boozing we did last night - we ended our eve by having the girls in the bar booth next to us join us for some drinks.
Then we found out they were only 16/17 years old. They thought our tacky outfits (worn for a friend's themed b-day party earlier that eve) were very fashionable.
hmmm.
the end.
