Nå, mens jeg gravede i arkiverne efter en poker-joke til en anden tråd faldt jeg over den her - sandfærdige - historie som jeg fik fra en Amerikansk kollega for et par år siden.
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Last night I went on a tear in Copenhagen. I missed the flight to seattle by literally 5 minutes so I had 23 hours to go screw around. I had never been there before.
The night started with a couple pints. I went to the concierge for a reco for dinner and asked for something ‘unusual, strange, where hot chicks hang out, price no object and jeans dress code.’ He sent me to this thing called Christiana which was wild. It was like some commune of maybe eight blocks in size. It was surrounded by a high wall and inside was filled with all sorts of colorfully painted buildings and an eclectic mix of London punk types and hippies. Everyone had one thing in common. They were all smoking grass bigtime. Like smoking it out of these ice cream cone sized joints. The people there said it wasn’t exactly legal but that the cops chose to not patrol the area. Great. I’m in a walled garden full of punks looking like a tourist with a guarantee of no police response. I decided not to pull the map out of my pocket or stay till dark. I wandered though the place wondering what an SAS hotel concierge was even thinking sending me there. Then again, I would say it was great customer service. I went to the bathroom in one of the bars and looked up to see the ceiling was clear Plexiglas and there were giant koi fish swimming around over my head. Cool.
I went back to the same concierge and asked about playing poker anywhere. I was told there was another SAS Radisson with a casino. I asked several times to ensure that it was live poker because sometimes you get these people who think a poker machine or carribian stud is poker. No, he says, a live ‘dealers choice’ game that included texas holdem. I forgot to ask about the dress code.
I am now drunk, as you’d expect.
I high tail it to a cab and get raced there by a 20-something punk blasting Tupac in his benz cab. It was cool. I go inside to find a total James bond style casino – everyone dressed up and using big colorful chips, the likes of which I’d never seen. I go pay my entrance fee (I think the cover was like forty bucks but I had no idea because it was all in ‘coronas’ or whatever the fuck they use in denmark. Every time they said something was so many coronas I’d think about a simpler time where alcohol was a commodity and used to barter for goods, women and services)
Then I’m told it is jacket required, but no worry – they will rent me one. I give them a 300 dollar or so deposit on a ten dollar jacket. I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt and this jacket that just reeked of BO, but I will admit it made the whole thing seem very very classy. I almost handed it back to get a clean one when I realized what the hell was I doing – there was a live poker game here. Then I went to another counter and made my poker reservation. They gave me one of these slips like you get at Baskin and Robbins where it says now serving “27.” 27 was my number and the sign over the game was on 25. Great. I am told it is three thousand coronas to get in the game. They are like six to the dollar. I took out four thousand and sat at this blackjack table where in exactly the first four hands the dealer got blackjack four times, including once when I had blackjack. Apparently there, though, that’s a push. I have mixed feelings about this because on one hand I didn’t lose my bet but on the other hand it is a reminder to me that I don’t know all the rules here – I was worried I’d get in the game and do something like muck a winner because I didn’t realize some gesture or call would ne
København med Amerikanske øjne
Lyder til det ikke kun er os MSP'ere der kan finde ud af at have det sjovt når vi er outta town :)
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>>I think the cover was like forty bucks but I had no idea because it was all in ‘coronas' or whatever the fuck they use in denmark
HAHA Nice
Hvor er det direkte pinligt vi sender vores tourister direkte ud på christiania - landets røvhul.. - hvorfor så ikke jagtvej 69? landets andet røvhul...
Nu kender du jo ikke fyren her - jeg kan forsikre dig om at han havde en sjov aften!
... og hvis du havde set ham havde du måske osse sendt ham til Christiania :o)
Chrisitiania er sgu da turistattraktion nummer et i København.
Men hvad søren er det for en opførelse...
"I sit there waiting to be paid when this guy next to me reaches over and flips up my cards! Right in front of everyone! I have this total aghast look on my face when the dealer and the player start apologizing."
Det er da super dårlig stil,hvis det passer hvad han skriver...
Mvh Mika