Indiana Jones Premiere in Copenhagen

This happened about a month ago, or whenever the Indy Jones movie premiered. Activision invited us over to Copenhagen to see a presentation about their upcoming games (Lego Indy Jones being one of them) and then attend the movie premiere at the Copenhagen cineplex. So, myself and 2 coworkers, Eddy and Mattias piled into the Saab and headed across the Oresund Bridge over to Copenhagen. We met up with Frank (our boss over here) at the hotel the presentation was made at. The presentation mostly consisted of a Danish film critic prattling on, in Danish (which most swedes don't even understand) about, well, who knows what. He said " danish danish danish danish, Harrison Ford, danish danish danish hollywood, danish danish George Lucas..." you get the picture. After the required listening period expired and he wrapped it up, we had some fancy but not particularly tasty food, then they cut us loos to try our hand at using a bull whip to extinguish a candle. I tried hardest of everyone but I was unsuccesful. Both Frank and Mattias pulled it off.

So after that we went to the movie. Meh. The other guys enjoyed it much more than me. It's interesting going to the movies here though. Buying a ticket gets you a specific seat in the theater. There's no general admission. The tickets all cost the same but if you are the last one to buy a seat, your seat will suck or maybe you have to split up... They love raising the curtain before the show though. In this case, they showed some previews, then lowered the curtain, they had some little indiana jones play with actors and sound effects and a staged fight scene that lasted about 5 minutes, then they raised the curtain and started the show.

After the show, Frank headed home. Big mistake. "Shoulda hung out man..." Mattias, Eddy, and I decided to check out Nyhamn (New Harbor) in Copenhagen. There's a strip of bars there, and the guys each had a beer (none for me as the driver). It was pretty dead, I think that part of town is mostly for tourists and it was a Tuesday night. So we decided to get a schwarma (gyro meat on french bread) from a seedy joint on the... seedy part of town. We took a detour down the bad street so we could see all the hooers and pushers, then got to the place. As we were getting cash from the atm, Eddy glanced over at the door to the club next to us. On the door, the sign said "tonight only: Three Six Mafia: 350dkr" That's probably $60-70 each. We all looked at each other and I think we were prepared to spend some dough. We tried to open the door and it was locked. The attendant came over and opened the door. We asked if they were playing and he said yeah but they weren't selling tickets anymore... "Is it just you three? ... ah, come on in" So we didn't even pause to thank him, we just hustled past and entered the hall to the thumping base of "Get the F*ck Out my Face" They proceeded to play for another hour and we had a great time.

After the show we crossed the street, had some great schwarma and blasted Three 6 mafia all the way home. It was a great night, one of those nights that just felt like things were destined to go right and all ya had to do was keep an open mind and go with the flow. Ya shoulda hung out Frank. :-)