Graduation

It's graduation time for high-school kids here. They call high school, "gymnasium", but don't bother asking why unless you're a big fan of people giving you bullshit answers. Truth is, they call it "gymnasium" because that's the stupidest name they could think of that actually made a small hint of sense. That's how most shit works on this side - 99% dumbass, 1% okay-sure.

All the graduates dress in black and white (saw one girl in just underwear) and sport these sailor type hats that signify their specialty (math, science, fellatio, etc). They start drinking around seven in the morning and ride around town in open-air buses cranking tunes and screaming full tilt, blowing air horns, shit like that... The bus drives to the center of the city, at which point they jump out, pour beer on themselves and hold hands and dance around a statue of a king on a horse. This is where the parents are waiting to take pictures.

I cannot begin to express to you how drunk these people are. I was eating on a patio when three guys came to the table next to me and fell on a woman, smashing her wine bottle and ruining three peoples dinners. There's probably 25,000 graduating kids in CPH, so you can imagine the piles of puke everywhere. Happy days. As much as I hate these bastards without a care in the world and think their ritual is bizarre, I have to ask, were we any different?