Turns out that moving from one place to the other wasn’t as painful as I thought it would be. I managed to pack my stuff on Saturday, did all the cleaning on Sunday morning and by 3pm that day, everything was ready and good to go. In the process, I got rid of a bunch of papers and clothes I had been keeping for no good reason so I put all the crap in bags and either trashed them or gave them to charity. Once I was done with that, there were 2 big suitcases, 4 backpacks, 1 medium-sized box full of bits and bobs, 1 small desk, a chair, a mattress and my bike, all in the back of a van driven by a nice Lithuanian guy called Hendrick, who charged me only 250kr for the job. Pretty good.
After a short ride, Hendrick and I were unloading stuff into my new abode: a really cool apartment in Frederiksberg, very close to the zoo. The place is actually a big house that has been converted into 3 flats; on the ground floor there’s me and Mark, a cool Danish dude who works as a photographer; on the middle floor lives Pau, a Danish architect (met him yesterday and seems to be a very nice guy); and the top floor is inhabited by Mariah and another girl, who I’m not totally sure of what they do. I had the chance to meet Mariah and her dog Mimi (tiny tiny dog) last night and they were both very friendly. It feels like one tight little community and I really like that, hopefully I will stay there for a while.
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On Friday I went to see “Through The Never”, Metallica’s 3D movie. As a concert document, the film is fantastic; it has been pretty well crafted, the shots are mind-blowing and fans will definitely enjoy it (people were cheering and clapping and singing along in the theatre) but the plot… oh dear, that script must have been written during the “Lulu” sessions. The side-narrative, that story of a fan roadie on a mission to get a bag for the band, not only is weak but it’s totally unnecessary, too. Or, as this Rotten Tomatoes reviewer put it:
For me, that’s the problem about this movie; it’s neither a concert or a thriller, it’s just an expensive mashup that falls somewhat flat on its face. Still, fans all over the world seem to be enjoying it so it might be a success, after all.
On Saturday I went out to a poshy nightclub, something I don’t do very often. My friend Denis told me about this InterNations meetup so I decided to join him and see what it was all about. The evening started in a kind of fancy bar where it was a complete pain in the arse to order drinks, particularly cocktails. I tried a good one that had rum in it but the next time I couldn’t be bothered to wait for it to be prepared and just ordered a beer, which I ended up getting for free, by the way, just because the bartender didn’t have any change.
While I was waiting for my beer at the bar, I saw a girl who looked very familiar to me. I wasn’t sure if I knew her but there was something about her that caught my eye. I looked at her for a few seconds and she stared back. “Oh, maybe I do actually know her,” I thought to myself. She smiled and said: “Hey, you’ve been looking at me for a while so I thought I’d come to say hi.” – I explained I had been trying to figure out if we had met before because she looked familiar, to which she replied: “Yeah, I’m the girl that shows up in your dreams and makes you do crazy things” or something along those lines. She was somewhat drunk and clearly looking for trouble. She handed me her cocktail and said: “Hey, wait for me while I go to the restroom. Watch my drink and don’t put any drugs in it, ok? Or better still, why don’t you come up with me?” – Eh… no, thanks. I’ll wait for you here. She came back minutes later, thank me for watching her drink and we bid each other goodbye.
Shortly after, my friend Denis and I met a girl from the UK and her boyfriend, a guy from Turkey called Murat, and a girl from Estonia called Kaisa, whom I spend most of the evening with. We chatted for a couple of hours and then decided to go to this nightclub called ZEN, which was just way too much for me: lasers, smoke machine, confetti rain, and an army of really tall girls in mini skirts and high heels. There was also a guy with a saxo and a drummer, playing live over the tracks that 4 DJ’s were throwing at us. That bit was quite cool but I think having 4 DJ’s was a bit of a show off. Why would you pay 4 guys to do the job that one single dude can perfectly execute? It makes no sense at all to me. Maybe there was only one DJ mixing and the other three guys were just pretending, just to get some girls. Who knows.
I left the bar at 3am and went straight to bed as soon as I got home. Woke up the next day, went for a coffee, came back home to finish packing and cleaning, and went back to Sort Kaffe og Vinyl to buy this record, which I got just because I liked the cover:
I guess that now I either have to learn how to pole dance or get myself a stripper… not sure which one is going to be more difficult.
Anyway, I’m off to watch the final episode of Breaking Bad. I think I hadn’t experienced such excitement since The Shield and this final episode is one of those things I would like to postpone for a while, just because I know that the moment I finish it, everything will be over. But then again, in a hyper-connected world like the one we live in these days, sooner or later someone is going to spoil the whole thing for me on Twitter or Facebook or somewhere else so I better find out how this end, by myself…