Study Abroad: Some Ragrets

Week 5: Table for 8 is not a date

These really are my people. They're cool, funny, all that and a bag of potato chips. It's strange, but it's bittersweet booking trips because it means you'll be away from the Østerbros and Østerhos for the weekend. Regardless, the neighborhood noise complaints we receive on the reg will always keep us close.

Tuesday was a day that reminded me it's the little things in life that make it so great. Winnie made an apple crumble and friends recreated scenes from Love Actually in the common room. What's this? Bottle. And what's this? Table. Ohh.

Wednesday I went back to my roots, grabbing dinner at Studenterhuset with my orientation babes and smashing on shameless late night McFlurries.

Thursday I went back to my seedlings, getting a game of spoons going. Numerous injuries and one death recorded. RIP, my only wine glass.

I think the best part of study abroad is how stress free it is. Again and again, I sit back and think how wonderful it is to be in a place where my only concern is "Which part of town to explore today?" This is exactly what we did on this splendid weekend, casual mobbing to brunch at Mad&Kaffe in Vesterbro.

We hit up the Acne Archive and, after realizing we'd each have to sell our livers to afford anything in their stock, we went to the pick and mix. Instead of judging my entirely clearance bought threads, the candy man smiled at me placing packed bag of goodies on the scale. It was a good buy.

We took 5, agreeing to meet on the roof for drinks and vitamin D. Winnie, Charlotte and I got distracted by Harry Potter (friendship.) but made our way to a lovely meeting of friends. Taryn did a splendid job DJ-ing the event, laying out a great soundtrack for the sunset.

That night we did the usual song and dance, pregaming before hitting up Australian Bar. The night was young and I was naïve. It was fabulous.

It was all so wonderful until I caught the cold that's been going around Østerbro faster than the invite to Robbie's Budapest Birthday Bash. Excuse me as I throw out my empty NyQuil bottles and tissue boxes.

See ya next week, ya filthy animals.

-Mads