Now, if you've heard that the Danes like to drink, you'll never, ever know what that means unless you yourself have been hospitalized because if an American attempts to keep up with a Dane, that is what will happen.  After our show in Veijle, we had to drive our van back to Copenhagen, which is a 3 hour journey .  The time was 2am.    Most bands would sleep for the trip home, considerining all 12 of us were on 2 hours of sleep and a pony-keg of beer each.  Nope. Instead, Bo,our amazing soundguy bamboozeled the club out of 2 bottles of Jager and Smirnoff. Not to mention alot of beers.  We took them from the the full-sized refrigerator in the Green room.  You see, all danish venues make sure there is plenty of food and even more beer for the bands backstage.  ( we even played in a music store during the afternoon and we were given organic fruit and beer!).  Fucking love this country!  Anyway, we left veijle at 2AM with plenty of alcohol and partied for 3 hours at 150 kph across the Danish night. BO was an amazing bartender in the van and kept the drinks comin.

At one point while bouncing around in the front seat, trying not to mouthpuke, i asked "mikkel" the singer for "The foriegn Resort" if he needed another beer and he said with a very serious face,

"no, i wanna wait for the next gas station so we and go in and do Jager-bombs!"  and so we did jager-bombs until the sun came up and we pulled into copenhagen around 5:30 am.  

The was morning sun was blinding on the canal-waters of Nyhavn were Danish college kids were swimming and still burning the midnite oil. We passed on their invitations and went back to sleepy Gentofte to recoup for a danish meatball dinner.  more to come from this fairytale.  pics all and vids to come!  miss you all back home.