Easter

On the walk to work there wasn't much going on except a rather healthy handful of tweaked out crack/meth-heads by the train station acting like monkeys and an extra large smattering of street-walking lady types. It's Easter here in CPH and that means a five day weekend and that last night was a major booze-up. A buddy of mine was so smashed he cried for the last hour of the night. Good times.

There's no real Danish tradition to file in my report to you, but I can relay the Czech Easter tradition which involves the men going house to house whipping the womens (I threw in the "s" there cuz I write likes I speaks). Seriously.