That Night We Ruled The World..

So tonight was a night that I feel I need to blog about in order to remember, not that it was especially different from most others but it had some lovely highlights that should be recorded. Leo, Jen, Kristen and I wanted to go out tonight to Östogöta Nation, also known as ÖG's..we biked there only to find that they weren't open (...but they should have been). Flustered, we went to Göteborgs..to find that they had two locations, and we weren't at the right one; finally we get to the right location and find an extremely long queue which of course we wait in. In line, this rather drunk tall blonde Swedish man begins a conversation with us in Swedish, kind Leo explains to him that we don't speak Swedish, and aren't from Sweden..but oh this man thought he had us completely figured out and was convinced that we were lying. After about ten minutes of his drunken ramble we show him our passports, clearly pointing to the "California, USA" line. We get inside to find that the TWO coatrooms that they have are both full, not only that but we also could barely move the place was so packed..especially when you're about a foot shorter than any Swedish male or female, you end up feeling like cattle being herded. We finally decided to leave and head to the last option: Lunds. We somehow are able to talk to the guys at the register and get our 50 kr. (about $8) back that we paid for entrance. Finally we arrive at Lunds with hopes of being in a nation where you could move your arms if you so desired, only to find that ohhh fantastic, they were full as well. Feeling hopeless, our friend Leo devised a plan telling Jennifer to go to the security guard and say that she was visiting a friend in the building (the nations also are corridor buildings housing students). Jennifer gets in successfully, next I go, saying the same thing.. "You aren't going to the club are you?" He asks me, "Nej" I reply and continue to make my way up the 6 flights of stairs feeling ever so triumphant. Having worked a couple of times, we knew the main security guard at the top of the stairs before the club entrance checking ID's, he looks at us and says "Oh I know who you are I don't even need to see your ID." Crisis averted! We go in to dance along with Swedes acting more like they were in a mosh pit than anything else, so much so that Leo was bumped leading to some of her cider flying through the air and conveniently landing on my hair and down my shirt. All and all, I feel like the Kalifornien girls and the Swede worked the system tonight, and does it feel so good! :) Good night all!