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Now let me get something totally clear before I proceed with this
here blog post; I enjoyed my time at the hotel for what it was. Helping
out dad do his part for a project that he's ultimately in alone, was
satisfying. I helped modify and improve on a few key points, and we got
some good feedback from guests, who enjoyed breakfast a lot, and asked
about coming back next year. Was well nice. But those pluspoints kept
in mind, I just didn't find the city particularly cool or nice or fun.
There was a jazz festival going on while I was there, and even tho I
enjoy jazz generally, this just wasn't cool. Mostly the 'bands'
consistet of fat and semi-drunk men in weird costumes, playing to a
docile and mostly retarded crowd of bystanders who'd have laughed at a
knock knock joke if it was served with a cold brew. Anyway, that aside,
there was one place to go after dark there, that didn't involve 50+
ladies so drunk they'd have a hard time spelling their name, or telling
the time of day. My brother and my cousin went to that one place one
evening, to check it out.

Turns out it was a sort of live
venure / club sorta place. It's a smokery of fish normally (altho that
may have been discontinued a long time ago), and now worked primarily
as a hangout of a lot of the classic kinds of club people with little
better to do. We arrived when some lame jazz band was still playing
live music inside. It was crowded, to understate it well. Outside had
lots of tables placed in sand. Chairlegs in sand is always a joyful
combination. We ordered a pint each from the outside bar, and sat down.
It was pretty fucking cold, tbh.. and we're in the middle of July. I
wore a tshirt and a vest, and I felt chilly. A group of honkies were
hitting nails into huge logs with hammers, and making a helluva lot of
noise at the same time. Lots of drunken "HAHA YEAH :D" shouts and
catcalls. I rolled my eyes a bit, but digressed. It was all pretty
rural. We went inside, and stood at the bar, ordered a few more pints,
and took a look at people around us. It was the classical gathering of
30 somethings wanting to look like teens, and teens wanting to look
like 30 somethings. We had all the stereotypes present: the young girl
who wants to show off her body, dancing by a pole on a table, acting
like a stripper, without actually ever removing clothing. Then there
was the dude who might've been 20 for all I know, but looked like he
had just had his sweet sixteen party. Little fella kept loafing about
trying to look cool, but failing miserably. Then we had the girl a tad
too old to be there, but still trying to fit in with her youthful
girlfriends... and the guy with tattoos, but a really dorky looking
face. He's the one shouting the most, because he has to announce
himself a lot, otherwise his totally plain and uninteresting self
wouldn't be looked twice at. Lots of other weird characters there.

My
cousin claims he's still cold and wants to head back after a shirt.
Before he leaves, he makes sure my bro and I don't move out of the
spot, so he'll be able to find us when he comes back. Fair enough. He
departs, and we order up a few more pints, and talk about various
things. Time passes, and by now the nail hitting crowd outside are
becoming a bit restive. Two guys are sort of jokingly, sort of not,
struggling for the possession of a hammer, while another crowd has a
guy hammering away at the trunk itself, totally disregarding the nails,
while a girl is trying to stop him, and make him follow the rules. I
enjoy the scene immensely. If only somebody would get their finger
struck by the hammer, everything might be ok afterall. Anyway, the
cousin doesn't return, and I send him a text asking him wtf is going
on. Another pint, more talk. The music at this place is anything but
interesting. It's spruced up remixes of the danish equivalent of
country western. Not to my liking. No reply from our cousin, so we
decide to head back to the hotel. One of the great things about running
your own hotel is, that there's always food around the clock. So we
whip some of the leftover bread from breakfast, and start chatting away
while eating. Turns out, our cousin just went to bed instead of getting
a shirt. Classic. But he's up and about now, eating and drinking with
us in the kitchen. We finally retire, forgetting to put stuff back in
the fridge of course, much to the annoyance of dad who's lecturing us
in the morning about the importance of putting the cheese in the
fridge. Fair enough, I guess.

Rest of my time there was spent
fixing breakfast, talking to people on msn, playing Civilization 2
(which turned out to be pretty damn fun), and reading a book I found
about Norse God myths and hero tales. Well fun.

But now, I'm
back home, and it's just nice. Weather is spiffing, I guess.. with the
sun out and everything. I'm about to jump into the shower, and then get
a shave. Wash some clothes, clean up my room, and then we're all set
for a week of doing absolutely fuck all, before I go back to being
bored from 8-4 daily. Hooray for the grind.