Kathrine's Going away party

I was staying with my friend Kathrine while in Denmark. On the Friday of my stay, she had a going away party planned since she is returning to China to work for the 2010 Expo as a tour guide. How exciting! The party was at her parents house and they cooked soooo much food. Not to mention that they had all kinds of drinks available. Here are the notes I jotted down at the party so I would remember:

• Beer and wine
• Pizza and pigs in a blanket
• Lots of wine
• wine wine wine
• And a case of Coke

Haha even the Danish friends were laughing about how much her family liked wine.  The crazy part about it though?   I'm pretty sure that I was the only one who got drunk.  I mean I wasn't belligerent drunk, you know the kind of drunk where you think the family dog from next door has pretty hair and you'd like to bark back at it.  Only liquor makes me like that!  But I did try to keep pace with them, and I am a bigger dude (100kg).  It was no use.  Those skinny Danes have a propensity for good food and drink, and enjoying themselves at large gatherings.

I was the only person in the room who didn't speak Danish.  There were a few didn't speak English, and the Danish would often be translated for my benefit.  They all were curious who I was and engaged me in conversation.   I had learned enough Danish to know when they said 'Munich,' 'American,' 'Bobb,' etc, so it was pretty easy to know when I should jump into a conversation.  There were many stories told about Germans (especially from Kathrine's uncle who reminded me of my uncle Butch.)  The party was an amazing time which lasted 12 hours, not including clean up!

Mom, Dad: Kathrine's dad found me in the cellar admiring the wine selection.  He showed me his cool bottle openers and even the dull sword he uses to pop the cork on the sparkling wines.  I told them how you both enjoy a bottle a wine together on a pretty regular basis, and that you often take trips to Vineyards to restock.  Kathrine's dad takes trips to France to buy 100 bottles of wine when they get low...  You've been invited to come meet them if you ever make it to Europe with me!  Maybe they can meet Sally and laugh at our collective American "intolerance."