I left off with the visit to Rikke's summer house. We cam back from that journey late in the evening, not last Friday, but the Friday before. We had big plans to go check out the Stubnitz boat, which I don't remember if I mentioned earlier. It's a boat that sails to Copenhagen every summer from Germany and throws parties all the time, a great venue with a huge variety of random music. That Friday was the first of two going away parties, the last two they throw before shoving off to Germany. This night was organic music night and we had no idea what the hell that meant, but we knew it'd be a party. We got back into town pretty late and made it there pretty late as well.
Things looked grim, not many people. There was a DJ scratching some good music, but the place was empty. We proceeded to solve this problem by ordering liters upon liters of beer. Aparently this worked because the place soon filled up and it was a party. We got our groove on and headed out for a nice walk back since we were on the other end of town and the trains had stopped running, but we eventually made it back.
The next morning was rough seeing as we were headed out on one of the CBS social program day trips to Legoland (yes, Legoland, it started here) at 7:30am. Fortunately we made it on time, unlike the Berlin trip (see old post). Upon arrival in this Lego utopia, that kids cream their jeans over, we were blown away by crowds of children. Running, screaming, crying, great news. Once we got over the shock we checked out the massive Lego city, which is basically representations of places all over the world. We continued to seek out all the cool rides that were all kids sized, somewhat of a miny great america.
My height was a bit of a hinderence while getting into rides, but I managed all of them. One of Tyler and I's favorite rides was an interactive one. It was a ride where there is a firetruck and you get in and pump these cranks to set it in motion towards a fake burning. Once you get there you get our and pump a fire hydrant while the other person aims the hose at the fire. Accuracy counts to put out the fire. Then you get back in and pump your way back. The main part was that it wasn't just one firetruck, it was about 8, and you all race. The whole while we were standing in line we were analyzing the logistics and working out methods of domination, looking at each part, figuring out the best technique. Once we got to the front of the line I think we both had dreams of greatness in the competition, along with lumps in the backs of our throats due to worries of complete failure to little kids. The bell rang to start and we bolted into the lego fire truck. We each pumped hard and took off fast, putting everyone in the dust. We came to the fire so fast that the truck hit the boundary and threw me to the front of the truck. Tyler grabbed the hydrant pump and I took control of the sharpshooting. Tyler pumped that thing with all his strength sacrificing his body for the good of those poor Lego people who were on fire. I shot with pinpoint accuracy and the fire was out. We hopped back in the truck and took off pumping as hard as hell to get back. At the finish line we looked back to see no one had even finished and gotten in the truck...FLAWLESS VICTORY!!! We exited the truck expecting to here hundreds of people cheering while we waited for our parade. None of that happened, so we just gave each other a huge, good ol' fashion American high five and left. We asserted America's dominance that day. Haha, never thought I could write so much about that. We proceeded to check out all the other rides and then we left early because we had plans to visit another Viking, Erik Juel...from Juelsberg. But that will be the next post, stay tuned.
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