Please serve only when drunk

I know working for beer and pizza doesn't sound like much, but I had an awesome time pulling beers at the Student House in town last night. And considering you need an investment banker's salary to afford to buy beers when you're out, the payment becomes oh-so-much-more precious. You're encouraged to drink (kinda responsibly) while you work. At the intro, someone asked about whether to check IDs, and the reply was - "only if they are really young". Refuse service to intoxicated people? - "only if they're too drunk to pay." This probably isn't so surprising when you can (and we do!) spend half your night on the street drinking beers from 7-eleven. Just choose the bar of your choice and drink out the front! Sadly, I can see this tactic backfiring in the depths of winter. And speaking of the weather (well the Danes don't shut up about it!) I think someone up in the sky decided an extra long summer should be rewarded with some big fat chubby rain. The kind that makes you feel like going for a swim to dry off. The kind that makes you wonder whether riding to uni´is really such a great idea. The Danes get around this problem by wearing a 'rain set' - jacket, pants and even shoe coverings. The excitable landlord said he had a spare pair. Unfortunately, I think he may have purchased them at the height of the hippie revolution in Christiania. A real 70's green parachute material classic. I may be invested in my own pair soon!! Well now its time to head off to a lecture which is part of my Danish language course. This lecture is called 'Why is understanding Danish so difficult'. I have a suspicion that the lecture could be very short; I think it has something to do with how the pronunciation of Danish wants to have about as much in common with the spelling as the Pope wants to have in common with an ape. For example, one of our exercises is to listen to a phrase and cross out silent letters. You know you're in for a tough time when you cross out about 40% of the letters. Ridiculous. But if there's any language more out-there crazy than Danish, its probably Icelandic. A bit of a toss-up as to where the most random place to go would be has resulted in a group of 5 booking tickets to Rejkjavik. Stampy, Beverly and myself, the aussies, will be joined by Jochen, the german German, and Seth, our 'straight out of Road Trip' American friend. Promises to be a whole lot of fun for 6 days. Hope all is well back home!ben