Drinking Buddies

I love getting drunk. It's pretty much the best. Had a great week back home, drinking all kinds of alcohol, in all kinds of places. It was a festival of flavors and hangovers.

It's a little different over here. Each country has their own style. Here's a brief synopsis of what I've learned living in Amsterdam and Copenhagen these past 6 months:

Danish people like to drink (beer or champagne only) for at least two days straight. Hard. Then take a week off and run a marathon. They smoke like cowboys and like to endanger their lives every third sip. Food is an afterthought, unless it needs to be killed first. They love to sing and adore smashing glasses. It's dark basically all day in the winter, so it's not out of the ordinary to get a phone call at 10AM Saturday morning demanding you hop on a boat to Sweden that will probably sink.

Dutch people, almost exclusively, drink beer. They have the odd gin, but that's only when they're feeling loosey-goosey. You'd think they'd be kinda dull drinking such mild beverages, but to the number, a Dutchman needs no more than three beer to get his engine going full throttle. Then, it's like a chugging competition. They love to watch soccer, light fires, yell and get angry. They don't smoke nearly as much pot as you'd think and tend to get tired around 6AM after gorging on deep fried meat puree.