A Traditional Britmas | Michaelpedia Galactica

In the days December 21^st to 27^th I went to Denmark for the annual “let’s get drunk because some fictional person got his birthday retconned to this time”-celebrations.

I landed in Billund in the evening and after what seemed to be remarkably few problems got on a bus to Århus. There, I did the only sensible thing and went with Ute to Die Kleine Bierstube:

As the evening progressed, we got creative and built what may be the most important piece of art on this side of the Apocalypse ((See how I’m trowing Jesus references around like were they kids.)): Julesaddam (Britmas Saddam or Saddam Claus), a wonderful merger of Santa Claus and Saddam Hussein. There was much rejoicement:

No, the picture is not blurry, that is also how I remember the evening.

On the 22^nd, the traditional HEST christmas lunch takes place. I only snapped one picture because… Of the reason.

The image has been censored to protect the identities of the guilty. Not 100% sure what they’re guilty of, but I know them, and they’re probably guilty of something. In case you were wondering about the reason above, here it is:

On the 23^rd we went to Cockney Pub to get drunk with Mr. Mike. You can see him talking to us here:

For some inexplicable reason, there was music that night at the pub (it’s a Britmas miracle!), so Mike and Celia deemed it necessary to dance. So it was:

On the 24^th it was time for the obligatory case of LFP and an Ardbeg. Also green risalamande (a Danish misspelling of the French riz à l’amande or rice with almond). As a new fun thing, we also painted the duck green:

That way, you know it is biological. Or poisonous. I forgot what green means in the game of life.

After eating half of our food, we wanted to go pubbing ((Is that a word? It’s like clubbing except more about going to pubs. Now it’s a word – the English language is my bitch!)), and left for Agners.

On the way, we made a short-cut thru the Physics department, and saw that somebody has distributed TÅGEKAMMERET flyers. That is small almost useless pieces of paper with retarded musings on the back side. We found that weird as TK was supposed to be closed for Britmas…

Unfortunately, Agners was closed despite rumors to the contrary. Instead we went to Værtshuset, where we got a finite and large but not large enough number of Ceres Top. After that Super Mario World.

On the 25^th we tried to get rid of the remaining LFP ((The Ardbeg somehow disappeared in a SMW-related accident. It was no accident – we drank it.)). For some reason this resulted in me getting red nail polish on one foot and one hand.

So, that has been fun to explain ever since – especially on the 26^th. Speaking (not really) of the 26^th, that day I went to see my family. No pictures from that. On the 27^th I flew home, helped by a KLM plane. While I may seem like Superman to you, I cannot in fact fly by my own means. Yet.

On the 28^th I went to a quiz at Dommel 18 (and late in the evening, Edwin shot this video of me being all Britmassy) and on the 29^th to another quiz at Carrousel. Don’t have any pictures of that, but here’s one I stole from Facebook from another evening:

On the 30^th Spiegelbeeld had last opening day of the year, and hence celebrated by a beer festival. There are many reasons to like Spiegelbeeld (nice affordable food and great beers), but one especially is near and dear to me. If you look at their logo:

and imagine it being drawn on the windows (which it is). Now imagine the logo from the other side. I’ll put my CSI-like computer skills to use to display what that may look like:

Now, imagine, for a second if you please, that you happen to be a huge Britney Spears fan…

No, silly ((I’d like to dedicate another high-quality Photoshop to Julinka.))!

Anyway, beer festival with heaps of nice beer, beer tasting (I got the one I tasted in one guess, so that’s nice), and a raffle. Also, sausage and cheese: