Midsummer’s Eve.. Not too shabby after all.

Last night was Midsumer's Eve.. Now, here in Denmark that usually calls for friendly get-togethers, beer consumption, singing.. and possibly fire. (for those who thought that sounded familiar, I'm quoting my Business Communications professor here) Me, being the lucky bastard that I am, had to work for the fourth Friday in a row, so I wasn't really expecting too much of the day or the evening for that matter.. Other than the usual ethics, work and free sandwiches.. Err, the free sandwiches thing is a Friday tradition at work in case you're wondering what I'm on about.

Aaanyways, when I finally got home last night (Thursday, that is) I exchanged emails with my friend Morten who in the end of his mail asked if he'd see me tomorrow (Friday). This reminded me that I'd talked with Zascha about possibly eating dinner with her and Emelie before going to work Friday, so I shot her an SMS Friday morning as soon as I thought she'd be up, asking her if we were indeed gonna turn out.

As it turned out, Zascha didn't get up until about two hours after my guesstimate, but she did confirm that we were indeed having dinner together that evening which sounded good to me because not only did I get to hang out with good friends, but let's face it, any excuse to ditch ethics is a good excuse.. Such a good excuse, actually, that it wasn't many hours before I found myself ditching ethics in favor of going grocery shopping with the girls which was a lot more fun than it probably sounds the average guy. Especially since the weather was really nice and the plan was to get ice cream afterwards.

After eating the largest ice cream I've had in years (and actually managing not to die in the process) Zascha dropped Emelie and I off at Emelie's and went home to take care of some stuff. The next hour was spend keeping Emelie company while she packed for a trip home to visit her parents, casually rummaging through her stuff and reading through her BA assignment.. Oh yea, and just to cash in on my bragging rights in front of Justin, I got to see her bikini, too! Err.. Anyways, Zascha showed up after about an hour which threw the ladies into what I like to refer to as "chick mode", namely causing them to put on pop music, doing weird things involving heat, hair and squealing and, of course, the trying effort of picking out which outfit to wear among the 27 odd possible combinations of tops and jeans that they just happen to have lying around.

Oh well, I was the designated cook of the evening anyways (I suppose we learned our lesson last week about trying to stuff four people into a studio apartment kitchen), so ignoring the mayhem in favor of cutting vegetables came pretty easy. At any rate Morten showed up not long after and since his hair is already nice and curly at least that left me with someone to keep me company in the kitchen.. Okay, I'm being mean towards the girls now, they actually were pretty good at talking to me and introducing me into the weird, arcane rituals involved in getting ready for a beach party.

Now, as I mentioned earlier, I had to work that evening and since cooking dinner took a lot longer than I'd expected, I barely had time to sample the fruit of my labour (which tasted well, I was told, with more than a little hint of surprise in Emelie's voice) with the others before I had to leave. Not that I wanted to leave, staying behind and drinking rum and coke with the others seemed like so much more fun, but hey, a boy's gotta make some money somehow, so off I went; to perhaps the most boring night at work I've ever had. I can safely say that I certainly didn't deserve the DKR 155 (USD 22) that I made in the hour between 11 PM and midnight.. All I did was move two small boxes.. Yay!

The clock eventually struck midnight and I was off. I'd made an agreement to meet up with the others at the Uboat which was throwing some sort of Beach Party thing and as always the party was well underway when I finally arrived there at around 0:30.. Oh well, as always that meant that people were at least nicely wasted and happy to see me. My first move, of course, was to get myself a nice frosty beer and set out to talk to my friends. I wasn't to be left alone for long, though, as a girl named Mette and some other guy pretty quickly challenged Morten and I to a table soccer match.

I'd like to do an interesting write-up about how we eventually kicked their asses in a heated battle, but sadly that would be a horrible lie as in reality what happened was that Mette once again managed to beat me 9 – 1.. Ugh! At least Emelie and I did a little better together in the rematch and made a total of four goals.. Well, five I suppose, if you count my own goal as well. The rest of the night went pretty well, just sitting around and talking with friends, having a few beers and eventually nearly falling asleep.. Luckily, at that time, Jakob behind the bar decided to start making a lot of nice, ringing the bell and yelling about last call and what have you, finally an excuse to round up the troops and go home..

Home? Oh well, eventually. See, everybody except me were nicely wasted at this point. Okay, I was drunk in that "I've had five beers after having been up for 42 hours straight and done a bit of hard manual labour as well" which I suppose also translates into nicely wasted. Anyways, yea, we were supposed to go home.. But not before making a stop by Emelie's to pick up a cheese(!) for Zascha, a jacket for me and then make our way downtown for a bit of late night grub.. I wasn't gonna order anything as I was rather full owing to a combination of a late lunch, a huge ice cream cone, dinner, three free sandwiches at work, a piece of cake and a few beers.. But naturally Zascha couldn't finish her kebab, so what's a boy to do but to help her out

After eating, confusion set in as both girls had to be walked home, in opposite directions, and neither were willing to walk more than absolutely necessary. The solution? Well, I had the honors of escorting Emelie home whereas Morten took Zascha home, after that I went to Z's and picked up Morten whose last bus had left more than an hour ago, meaning that he once again had to crash on my couch.. Oh well, no biggie.. For me anyways, my only stipulation was that we had to get up at 10-ish as I had all those nice, interesting ethics waiting for me in the morning. I'm sure Morten, having had a lot more to drink than I did, wasn't too thrilled about getting only 4 hours of sleep.. But hey, that's how we roll.. And for the record, I had no complaints in the morning.

So all in all a Midsummer's Eve pretty well spent. I only wish I'd gotten a little more sleep.. The four hours in the last 60 or so is kinda starting to get to me as I'm typing this up at 2 AM Saturday, having spend all day devoted to my ethics studies.. *yawn* Maybe tonight is the night..