Adventure to Waldemar's

I swear, I do more than just go to pubs. But one of the key aspects of socialization in Europe does, in fact, appear to be putting in appearances at various pubs, and this pub did give my friends and I the opportunity to interact with Norwegians for possibly the first time during our tenure here. We met Elisabeth (name thief!), Manuela, and Marianne, all of whom were very friendly and involved in the ESN program here at UiO--but it was nice all the same, and I'm pretty sure we'll end up meeting again when we next visit Waldemar's. (I got my pint of Guinness, finally!)

Here are a few pictures from tonight, as well as a few oldies:

Richard, our other resident Dutchman, and Mike from Waldemar's tonight. Richard looks supremely unimpressed by this whole picture-taking process, nevermind he normally takes more photos than I do--and Mike once again proves that he can't take a serious photograph no matter how nicely you ask. THANKS MIKE.

In which Tim does his very best to pretend that he isn't a little under the influence of the wine in his grasp. I shouldn't tease him too much, he's half the reason we actually found our way to Waldemar's in the first place. It's funny how university students the world over inadvertently end up ignoring all establishments that look "posh," because Waldemar's itself is actually a very posh-looking pub. We ended up getting stuffed down in the basement with the rest of the students for the pub quiz--which we won, I might add! Richard ate all the candy. :P

Ray and Mike from a Kringsjå pub quiz last week at some point. I adore my Minnesota boys.

Tomorrow, I shall do laundry, and perhaps share my amazing curry sandwich recipe with the rest of my mates. And go to IKEA, assuming Tim and I remember, because I'm in desperate need of more linens, a desk lamp, and a few other of life's many little necessities. Like Swedish meatballs.

God natt, hadet bra!