Check out all of Thomas’s old haunts….

Run into his old friend X…yeah, that’s his name.  And yeah, he’s that mysterious…he wouldn’t even let me take a picture of him.  But he took some of us!  And he’s a total gay, as they’d say in Copenhagen…by the way, gay people can get married in Denmark…people tease, but there is little outright homophobia.  And X took us to a gay bar…I was pretty much the only chick, and Thomas was the only straight guy…and he’s a champ.  I know it wasn’t his first choice of bars, but he knew it made me happy and we stuck around.

“Bears” are new to Denmark….they just emerged due to (according to X) a Vice Magazine article….and now they are going strong:

Best. Picture. Ever.

 

And it’s no secret I practice the art of pole dancing…for FITNESS.  Honestly, I rarely do it in front of other people, and even then it is a joke.  But c’mon…a gay bar in Copenhagen?  A pole?

Of course I was instantly popular…I even taught a table of guys some moves (PS, they’d never done it and were better than me)

Bars pretty much never close in Denmark…we went home around six a.m.  Thomas had to take a nap….

…and I had to buy a bunch of gummy candies.  I am completely OBSESSED with the array of gummy candies available in Scandinavia.   I had a whole bag.  And I offered some to these three prostitutes, who seem very pleased.  One took the big strawberry gummy I’d been saving, but that is okay.  ‘Cause sharing is caring, just like they say in Pre-school.

I was soooooooooooooooooooo tired.

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