Fourth of July

Well it would seem as if it were any other day here in Denmark. And to them, it is. I awoke at 6. Took the miserable bus for an hour. Sat in a 3 hour lecture regarding furniture, which was interesting, albeit marathonian. Followed up by two more guest lecturers. They were both trying to test my limits I am sure. I mean, the first one was a designer for Ikea, and as my friend Stephanie said to me "I've seen the Ikea catalogue." The second lecturer, as fate would have it, was a student of my professor, so more or less said the same things, note for ntoe as my first three hours.

This was not working out to be a great fourth. I mean seriously, coming from the standpoint where everyone I know and love is blowing shit up, getting drunk and celebrating our independance, I am in Copenhagen. A place, where if nothing else, fireworks are illegal.

I had a simple plan. I was going to go home. Drop off my stuff. Go grovery shopping. Make a salad, watch a movie and go to bed.

That was before I was surprised by my Danish hall mates who threw a barbeque in honor fo the fourth for me and the one other american. Complete with grilled dausages, potato salad, garlic bread and carlsburg (they tried and I love them for it.) Things definately got excited when we told them the one true american drink was Jack Daniels. (N.B. there is no budweiser or miller here).

Needless to say, they have made this a memorable night for me. Especially since I was about to retire. They've made me feel somewhat at home. I may need to teach them how to make things explode but we'll see whewre the night goes.

Tomorrow, a day off, which means a lot of work for me...