So my first day in Aarhus was pretty crap to put it bluntly. Or lord as they say in Denmark. I very nearly didn't even make it here, which pains me to think about now - I would have missed out on so many fun memories and bad drunken photographs. The day started at 4am - I debated for most of the time I should have been sleeping whether I should even bother. So I got up feeling as fresh as one could at that hour and ready to go. Ten minuites into the journey to the airport my dad realises he has no phone and rushes back to get it. Down fifteen minuites on precious time, we were then struck by evil fait and stuck behind a police car, blocking off the whole road for what looked like a very minor accident. Great. Typical. With my dad very pessimistic about our chances of getting there, I prepared myself for the worst, already deciding what breakfast feast I would prepare myself at home in commiseration. By some slim chance, we managed to make it to the airport and on the flight in the nick of time, but not before enduring several more mini panic attacks at security - dad's bag set off the dreaded alarm.
Now on the plane I had an hour to calm and breathe, the Ryan air treatment suddenly on the same level as a five star spa - the aeroplane food I normally turn my nose up at tasting gourmet.
My first night out in Aarhus was just as tragic as the overall day. Tired and slightly delirious from the whole experience - I met my first room mate who asked me out to a 'ice disco'. In my mind, I pictured a Scandinavian bar, with ice caps on vodka bottles, swish and fancy. I was so down for it. I got ready - debating over heels, finally deciding they might be too over the top for a first night. Thank god I wore my boots. This 'disco' was actually an indoor ice skating rink - the kind of place you hang out when your in your early teens. Me and housemate (whose name to this day I still don't remember) were the oldest by a long shot. And no shots were in sight. Instead, I was immersed in a setting complete with a '90s style disco ball and tragic pop songs from before I was born. At one point I lost the housemate on the ice, panicking as I realised I had no phone, no number and no knowledge of where I even was in relation to my new home. My mind filled with panic along to the beats of Madonna. Luckily I found him before curfew - 11pm and went home just after, my first wild, wild night out.
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