After a big night out on friday with Søren (meeting a portuguese girl and a boy that I met 3 years ago in PT at a friend's dinner party), the weekend got more eventful yesterday night.
The plan was to go to this ethnic party (basically the motto was Arabs, Turks, Greeks and the like) with Mike, Dan, Morten, Iason and Mathias.
We began at Mike's place drinking Panamanian coffee, beer and smoking 'Maggie' - Dan's waterpipe. Around midnight we headed to the party. Once there I somehow met all the guys I know in Copenhagen and that I haven't seen for ages - I don't know that many people, but it seemed the ones I do where there... even Alex that I thought was studying in Italy was there!!
After many hours of lively turkish music and lots of middle eastern-looking guys dancing around, you just felt like you were in some danceclub in Beirut. Me and Dan were the survivors, managing to stay there until the very end.
Then on our way to the metro station, a guy asked Dan for light. He was obviously drunk and he started to talk (in danish) to us. I couldn't get all of it, but he asked us what would we do with 100kr. Would we buy flowers to our mothers? Maybe to our boyfriend? He said he wanted to 'spread the love' and make other people out, so when he grabbed his wallet and pulled two 200kr. bills the situation began to feel really awkward.
He gave us a 200kr. bill EACH!! (that's around 25€) and said we should buy flowers to our loved ones... and then he left. I wanted to give him back the money, but what if he reacted in a bad way? Dan wasn't keen on giving back the money either, so we kept it... The whole thing was so surreal, that we couldn't make any proper decision (we were a bit drunk, and hey! someone just gave you 200kr without asking anything in return!).
We decided we would give the money if we met some beggar on our way to the station (wishing that we wouldn't find any, though). And we didn't... So the night was actually sponsored by this drunk man we met on the street at 5AM.
Ultimately I don't feel bad actually... If someone wants to spread the love by giving out money, who am I to stop him!?
;)
The plan was to go to this ethnic party (basically the motto was Arabs, Turks, Greeks and the like) with Mike, Dan, Morten, Iason and Mathias.
We began at Mike's place drinking Panamanian coffee, beer and smoking 'Maggie' - Dan's waterpipe. Around midnight we headed to the party. Once there I somehow met all the guys I know in Copenhagen and that I haven't seen for ages - I don't know that many people, but it seemed the ones I do where there... even Alex that I thought was studying in Italy was there!!
After many hours of lively turkish music and lots of middle eastern-looking guys dancing around, you just felt like you were in some danceclub in Beirut. Me and Dan were the survivors, managing to stay there until the very end.
Then on our way to the metro station, a guy asked Dan for light. He was obviously drunk and he started to talk (in danish) to us. I couldn't get all of it, but he asked us what would we do with 100kr. Would we buy flowers to our mothers? Maybe to our boyfriend? He said he wanted to 'spread the love' and make other people out, so when he grabbed his wallet and pulled two 200kr. bills the situation began to feel really awkward.
He gave us a 200kr. bill EACH!! (that's around 25€) and said we should buy flowers to our loved ones... and then he left. I wanted to give him back the money, but what if he reacted in a bad way? Dan wasn't keen on giving back the money either, so we kept it... The whole thing was so surreal, that we couldn't make any proper decision (we were a bit drunk, and hey! someone just gave you 200kr without asking anything in return!).
We decided we would give the money if we met some beggar on our way to the station (wishing that we wouldn't find any, though). And we didn't... So the night was actually sponsored by this drunk man we met on the street at 5AM.
Ultimately I don't feel bad actually... If someone wants to spread the love by giving out money, who am I to stop him!?
;)
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