How I lost my phone in Denmark

My hall went out to a couple of bars last night. Somehow during that process of drinking 3 glasses of wine, some drink called a zombie and a few beers, I lost my phone.

Now, as an extremely self aware New Yorker, this is what I thought the next morning (while suffering from a TERRIBLE hangover):

1. I will never see my phone again

2. Someone stole it, because when you travel everyone is out to get your things.

3. If I do see my phone again, it will be destroyed.

4. It would take a miracle and a half to get my phone back.

I was explaining to my RA that there would be NO WAY in hell that I’d get my phone back, at least due to experiences in NYC.

He proceeded to tell me: Danes are honest people.

I thought: Bullshit.

Well, Danes are honest people. I got my phone back from the bar. My mind was blown.

Also, this chicken burger thing with chipotle mayo that I had for dinner tonight was amazing.

#denmark #copenhagen #wine