Went out Friday night with the locals and spent the rest of the weekend staring at the ceiling in my apartment. Was out till past five in the morning and was one of the first to leave. It's standard behavior here to cruise on beer until the sun comes up then scarf down a pizza. Finally got my ass in gear Sunday night to go to the local grocery store for popcorn. Of course, there's only one store open on Sunday with only one person on staff - by law everything has to be closed here on the sabbath. Was in line for about a half hour.
Not sure how I feel about this imposed day of rest, but the more I get accustomed to not being able to get things outside business hours, the more I like it. For example, if you want to look for apartments to rent (or buy) you need to look from Monday - Thursday, 9 - 2pm, because real estate agents here don't work weekends. Think about that for a minute and try not to laugh.
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That is why I think the place is well suited to your disposition. I'd like to give a shout-out to PeterPumpMe and his delightfully exquisite comments on overproof rum. He doesn't comment often - but when he does - it is sublime.
What ended up happening at the industry party other than you getting home at 5am?
The party went off without me killing anyone or revealing my true feelings in any way, shape or form. Let's face it, when it takes an hour to line up for a small glass of beer, it isn't hard to keep your head on straight.
The more I hear about your newfound home and the eccentricities of the people, how they run their little daneland, the more I absolutely love the sound of it. Me wonders if there is some danish shipping company or danish oil company in need of a treasurer with canadian bank experience. Someday, somehow I will return to this land of Danes.
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