City that never sleeps: the Danish version

A comment on last weekend, as previously promised: namely, weekend night life in Copenhagen, and a small taste of the Statens Museum of Kunst.

First order of business, actually, is social media, which is where my Friday night Copenhagen adventure began. After virtually bumping into me mid-twitter travel discussion, a fellow American blogger and travel enthusiast suggested we meet up sometime between his settling in and my taking off. It was the first time I’ve met with someone I had no connection to outside of the virtual realm, and it was quite the success. In the process of settling in for grad school in Copenhagen, Alex is a much more seasoned traveler than I, as you'll see by visiting his blog, Virtual Wayfarer.

We made plans to meet outside of Nørreport train station in Copenhagen, one of the most popular spots in the city, and the American count rose to three as we were joined by Alex’s friend Laura, visiting for the week. [Side story for another time: the perk of waiting around is people watching, particularly when this includes overhearing a discussion between a scantily clad young woman and an older African fellow attempting to talk her out of prostituting herself. Some choice quotes there, let me tell you.] The three of us purchased our individual drinks in the first bar of the night, and I’m pleased to report that neither Laura nor I suffered the necessity of purchasing another drink for the rest of the evening. Perks of being female, you know.

It was as we sat around chatting in this first bar, one of the numerous underground establishments in the city (literally, I mean, not speakeasies or something), we fell into conversation with the lively Steffen, who quickly became our native guide as he swept us into his group of friends for their night’s outing. Not quite a bar hop but not quite a pub crawl... a leisurely stroll, perhaps. While I’m on that topic, by the bye, bicycling remains a popular form of transportation even for Friday night outings- highly entertaining and/or painful possibilities there. We only saw one fellow tip over on his bike, but he popped right back up, no harm no foul. In proper Danish style, we were out until sunrise – which, wonderfully, Alex and I managed to observe with a silhouette of Rosenborg Castle while waiting for the morning train.

At one point during the evening, I voiced the widespread observation that alcohol has a tendency to make Danes seem more, well, human (no offense, Denmark). Noting the commonality of that vague conclusion, my fellow American/pretend-significant-other-in-scaring-off-unwanted-advances kicked it up a notch, commenting with something along the lines of “For most people, drinking is an excuse to be stupid. For Danes, it’s an excuse to be social.” …That was the gist, anyways, and well done. Not that they aren’t perfectly wonderful people when sober, of course, it’s just a remarkably more difficult society to crack into. With this in mind, I have to endorse experiencing the night life if you’re going to really experience Denmark. If you miss out on the leisurely drinking and chatting aspect of the culture, you miss out on a lot and might just go away with an unjust impression of the Danish character.

Next and last item for now: the National Gallery, or the Statens Museum of Kunst. The arts, free admission, and within very easy walking distance of the Nørreport train station, so naturally I had to go. Maybe it’s just me and I missed the large Danish section of American history classes, but it’s a history and culture I knew little about before this summer, so the Danish and Nordic collections won my attentions right off the bat, though they yielded few surprises in terms of Northern European art history. Either way, I always enjoy a leisurely afternoon spent meandering around an art gallery, and it made for a good weekend wrap-up as I began my last week of work at Sensus.