Worst transportation weekend, EVER

The internet in my room keeps going out, so it’s been hard for me to post.  And there has been lots going on as well.  Last weekend on Friday night, me and a couple of people went to this housewarming party in Vanløse.  The house is a collective, meaning that there are 11 people living in a gigantic house together and they all take turns cooking for each other on a different night.  It sounds like fun, but thats a lot of people to live with.  It was a really fun party, and when I went into the bathroom, I noticed something odd about their bathtub:

Yes, that is Kaitlin standing in a bathtub full of buttons

The buttons say ATOMKRAFT? NAJ TACK.  Which means, nuclear power?  No thanks!  Except thats Swedish, not Danish.  So there, now all of you know how to say something in Swedish.

After a couple of hours, we decided that we wanted to go home, so we left at around 2.30.  We took a metro to the Norrepørt station and once we got there, we realized our connector train to København H wasn’t coming until 3.55, so we had to sit there hang out for almost an hour.  In my hour of boredom, I decided that I wanted to be a pirate peasant:

If you didn't believe the Russian heritage before, BELIEVE IT NOW

Once we got to København H, we went to platforms 7 and 8, which are the only trains that go to Trekroner and saw that the next train wasn’t coming until 4.45.  So I laid down on Mili and fell asleep.  I was suddenly awoken by everyone yelling that we were on the wrong platform and we were about to miss our train.  So after running down the platform in high heels, almost slipping in someone’s vomit, and running below the very very smelly train tunnel, we ran onto the correct platform only to find out that we had indeed missed our train and the next one wasn’t coming until 5.34.  We then went outside to the buses to see if we could find the one that went to Roskilde, and we were terribly shot down.  I went back into the train station to look at the schedule to find that there was an S-Tog we could take (not quite a train, and not quite a metro, just an inbetween).  We got off at Valby station and then finally took a train to Roskilde, where we had to take a cab to Trekroner from there.  It was the most complicated amount of transportation that I had ever used to try to get home.  And yes, we finally got home at what time you ask?  Six AM.  I didn’t even know there was a six AM.  Here is what a train station looks like at 6 AM:

Deliriousness Ensues

The next night, I had promised my friend Sanne that I would go to this concert with her the next night.  Beforehand, we went to Copenhagen to go to this karaoke bar.  We met these Norweigians who grabbed me as I walked past the stage and threw the mic in my face and demanded that I sing this song in Norweigian.  Now, if any of you have ever heard or seen Norweigian, you will know, that it is not a real language.  I just ended up laughing the entire time.  Sanne and I then sung Revolution by the Beatles and Bohemian Rhapsody.  Also, if you didn’t know, I can’t sing, so yeah, that was really fun for the whole bar.

Then we went to the concert in Valby.  It turns out the concert was at a biker bar and the band playing was a 70s rock cover band.  All they played were the Rolling Stones and Led Zeppelin and other various nostalgic musicians for all of you who were alive during that era.  The band was really rockin, but their lead singer had a curly mullet and their bassist was the oldest badass I have ever seen.

Also, this is their groupie:  RAOWR

After the concert, we got on a train to go to Trekroner which is 3 stops away (about 20 minutes).  And somehow in that time, both Sanne and I fell asleep and I finally woke up in Slagslen which is four stop after we were supposed to get off (at least half an hour away).  We get off and see that another train isn’t coming until 3.15 (it was 1.50) and the train isn’t even going towards Roskilde.  I ask the train conductor if there were anymore trains coming by that could take us to Roskilde and he was like, “uhh hold on one sec,” goes and talks to the driver, comes back and tells us to get back on the train.  The train then turns around and drops us off in Roskilde (mind you this is at least an hour detour).  Luckily I dont think there was anyone else on the train, otherwise that would’ve really sucked, but I was almost hugging the conductor and thanking him.  So never underestimate people, they might come through for you.