last night anna and i went out with two dearly beloved friends of ours. as you might know, anna and i used to dress in gucci pucci prada and nothing else. i’m not quite sure what happened but for some reason we replaced chanel with second hand, champagne with strongbow and french manicure with black nail polish. however, most of our old friends still look like they own half of europe. and they prcatically do. it’s a bit silly. anyway. last night we went out with rasmus and marcus who called us and said “we’ve booked a table at nasa so we hope you’re up for it!”. i remember when anna and i were thinking about going to nasa about four years ago. we read somewhere that “you have to look like a model or money to get inside” but obviously as we were with rasmus and marcus we didn’t even have to queue up. to get to the club you have to get in to an elevator that takes you straight to the dance floor but to get access to the fucking dance floor/your table you have to put your jacket in the cloakroom which obviously pissed me off ’cause no fucking way that i ever would spend 20DKK (£2) on something silly like that! anyway after arguing with the bouncers (when marcus and rasmus were away ordering fuck loads of alcohol) who didn’t really seem think that anna and i belonged in their fancy club, we finally got to our table.

rasmus: what do you wanna drink?
sandy: tap water. i’ve got a bottle of wine in my bag.
rasmus: HAHAHA. you joking?
sandy: no?

five minutes later we had two magnum moëts and a magnum vodka at our table. fucking stupid. so fucking incredibly stupid i can’t even describe it in words. and then, ofcourse, useless fucking disgusting ugly people started to come up to our table to get free booze and man it just pissed me off. sure, i usually get free drinks but i never ASK for them. i never EVER ask for a drink and i never ever take anything for granted. i thought it was embarrassing enough that rasmus paid everything for anna and me but when complete fucking strangers come up to your table and start “making friends” just so they can have two or three glasses of champagne? for fucks sake. thats so fucking cheap it makes me sick.

anyway. rasmus and i spent about an hour outside chain smoking and talking about life and it’s really nice to see how some relationships just never change. i mean the things i’ve done since graduation and the things he’s done, it’s like black and white and we’re too, as people, are like black and white but we can still talk like it’s the old days. it’s nice, just, you know?

around 5am (when they ehm closed) we were about to leave. the champagne weren’t finished but i didn’t really care ’cause i fucking hate champagne. it tastes like shite and it gives me the worst headache of all time. so for once i didn’t care about the fact that there was shit loads of alcohol left (you know me, i’m usually the one emptying all of the glasses before leaving a pub/club/house party, i just can’t see alcohol being wasted) BUT what all of us (apart from rasmus who just thought we were being silly) cared about was the fact that half of the magnum vodka was still left. HAHA. i don’t know what a magnum vodka costs but it’s probably around 5500DKK (£550) and i would have hated myself for leaving it there, seriously, 5500DKK is my budget for three months or something silly like that. so anna and marcus decided to smuggle it out the club. under his jacket. HAHAHA. have you ever seen a magnum vodka? it’s fucking MASSIVE.

marcus and the legendary bottle
the legendary bottle

so what happens is anna and marcus went downstairs, rasmus and i were upstairs waiting for our fucking jackets that were in the FUCKING cloakroom (hate cloakrooms). we took the elevator downstairs as soon as we got our jackets - anna and marcus were nowhere to be seen. after five minutes or so anna comes running and we decide to go to the train station. after five minutes we realise that we’ve forgotten all about the bottle. and marcus. marcus is somewhere with this massive fucking bottle waiting for anna to come back with us, only anna has forgotten everything about where she left marcus. hahahaha. so anna went around the area for half an hour or so looking for him but couldn’t find him. eventually we left.

we were back at home around 7am.

today we found out that marcus had been waiting until 6.30am then gone to the train station. with the bottle. he walked and walked and walked for an hour then realised that he had gone the wrong way, turned back and finally reached the train station after another 2 hours or so. when he was about to buy a train ticket his card didn’t work for some weird reason so on his way back to sweden he got a fine. then he fell asleep on the train and missed his stop. hahahah. all of this happened to marcus, a blonde cute boy wearing tods loafers and a barbour jacket, with a magnum vodka in his hand. i would’ve done A LOT to see all this happening hahahahha.

everything at nasa is completely white. the chairs, tables, carpets, zinks, loos, everything. it’s called nasa for a reason, it’s supposed to be a bit futuristic. haha.

DRIIIIIIINKS!!!!!!!!! oh and don’t go to nasa and drink your champagne from a straw. that’s what anna and i did all night. made the bouncers asking us who we were with about five times. or maybe it was my “i fucked franz kafka” shirt that made them wonder? anyway - complete wankers.

rasmus who happily paid for everything. i asked him if it didn’t piss him off that all those wankers came up to our table started drinking the champagne and he just said “it’s quite funny, people are so fucking cheap. i feel for them. and i don’t care, if the booze finish i’m just gonna buy more.” ehm.

waiting for anna and rasmus to find marcus. which never happened. hahahhaha.

copenhagen by night

it’s halloween tonight. i hate halloween. so we’re staying in tonight.