Spiny Norman, one of the most wonderful Danes on this board, and I met up in Hamburg for our 3rd meeting in as many countries (Denmark, Ireland, Germany) Woo Hoo! I think we deserve something for our achievement. We had the best time ever and I will tell you all about it in a while.
In the meantime, I have put up a picture and our meeting notes for your enjoyment.
PS. Hey, Snormy, I wanna know, will you be my girl? 
Hooh! - Hah!
Fun! Roller coasters, lots of beer in crowded bars and loose German women hitting on both tater & me at the same time. Sunday, OTOH, was better suited for going on a quiet boat ride…
And tater slept in my bed! (Unfortunately, I slept on the couch. Ah well.)
S. Norman
feh. you went ahead without me. Nevermind the fact that I didn’t get my passport sorted. Wish I went now!
I arrived in Hamburg early Saturday afternoon, on the wunderbarish ICE train. Much nicer than flying and it only took 4 1/2 hours. Woo Hoo. Snormy picked me up and we proceded to take the U-bahn to his fab apartment and he made me lunch. Of course, the first thing I did was rummage through his kitchen and see how it compared to Yoji’s. I have to say Snormy won that one! He had a bread basket with a cloth liner!
After lunch, we went on a short walking tour of Hamburg and saw the harbour and St. Michel’s Church. I decided to face my acrophobia and climb up to the top. Big mistake! There were about 82 billion steps, those peforated metal kind, and halfway up the bells started ringing, making everything vibrate. Eeek! But the view was well worth it.
Next, we went walking some more and stopped at a nice little bar by the River Alster and had Gluhwein. Mmmmmm…hot spiced wine. Then back to Snormy’s to share a bottle of red wine and listen to Danish rap and look at his army pictures. He also showed me his wonderful art collection…wow.
Dinner was next, at a wonderful Pakistani restaurant. Yum Yums. In honor of our Irish friends, we proceded to the Shamrock Irish pub and had a nice pint of Guinness. Then on to the Hamburger Dom to ride the rides. Yippee! I think along with holding the record for attending Doperfests in the most countries, we are also the Dopers who have been upside down together most. Hoo Ahh!
You can’t go to Hamburg without going to the Reeperbahn, so off we went to look at Sex Shops, Strip Clubs and Casinos. I saw things a girl should never, ever see! Alas the really wicked street is off-limits to ladies, so we couldn’t go there. Humphf. I think us ladies out to hold a protest. Equal access to hookers for all, that’s my motto.
Then we went to the Rock Club, which is very much a loud, heavy metal sort of place. The bouncer actually had an eye-patch! We had 2 drinks there, then left to find someplace a little more quiet.
Well, we found someplace, but it wasn’t quiet! Molly Malones is a totally rocking Irish place…I don’t think I’ve ever been in a more crowded bar. There was a great live band and everybody was singing and dancing. I even got Snormy to dance with me! It was here that we were both hit on by Fraulein Superfreak. 
We stayed until the very end, finally getting home and to bed at 4 am. We were wakened at about 10 by Mistertot, calling to say good morning. Snormy made breakfast and we went off for more siteseeing. We rode a glass topped boat and took a tour of the River Alster.
We wanted to go to the Park, but there was a huge demonstration and more Polizei than I have ever seen in one place. So, that was out and we went back to the Dom for lunch and to ride the roller coaster again. Woo Hoo.
By then we were totally exhausted, so it was back to Snormy’s for tea and conversation. At about 7 I had to go home, which was really a shame since I wanted to go back to Molly Malones. 
Thanks to Snormy for putting me up and showing me a great time! I can’t wait until February when the two of us are going to have the first Doperfest while crossing a border!
Oh, and I’ve got to add that I saw Engl…ouch Snormy! Stop hitting me!
Oh, you’re just jealous that Fraulein Superfreak didn’t hit on you! Besides, if you went, it would have totally ruined the Scandi-American theme of the weekend.
Yech. Cloth liner? Snorman, you pansy!
Ducati just called. They want the bike back. Apparently, bread baskets give the brand a bad rep, and all that.
Speak for yourself, ClogBoy, I have to say that a man with a nice apartment with utensils and breadbaskets and candles is a guaranteed Lady Magnet. If he weren’t my buddy, I’d be on him like onions on a Dutch herring.
Plus, he uses what looks suspiciously like an Army tent liner for a shower curtain, held up by bungee cords…mondo manly points there.
Norman,
God rang. was mumbling something about “cloth lined bread baskets”, “y chromosones” and I also heard the word “Smite”. Said he’ll call back.
Um, Cubby, may I remind you that your nickname is, well, cubby. How manly is that? I can’t wait til Snormy scans in his army and rock climbing pics…woo hoo, baby! It takes a manly sort of man to appreciate the benefits of a cloth lined breadbasket.
Good God! Is this copious note-taking what normally happens at a dopefest? Mine don’t count anymore!
Well pun, let’s just say that if you don’t write when Tater is around, she’ll nag you to death.
Yeah, well, ehm - it’s not as if I went and bought that basket, it was a - eh - gift or something. Yes, that’s it, a gift. It was given to me. Handed over. Without me asking for it, I might add. Totally unprovoked. Never thought of buying one for myself, obviously. Couldn’t very well throw it out, now could I ? So there!
tater, you & me will have to discuss discretion someday.
Not that I’ll hear a bad word about Tater, she brought me genooine American cookies, yummy! - and she pretended to like Danish rap music, which must be one of the all-time greatest courtesies ever extended towards my place of birth.
BTW, showing a girl the Reeperbahn is - weird.
S. Norman
Yes, I seem to remember one person only wrote one page in my other notebook, hmmmm…wonder what bad things will befall him?
Heh, and the only problem with a two person doperfest is that when one party goes to the bar or potty, the other person just sorts of sits there, hence the writing. I’m actually not sure what most of what I wrote means…not just the Danish parts, either!
Don’t forget my vow, that if I ever marry into the Danish royal family, I will give a speech in Danish! I can already say flodskum, that’s a great start.
And Snormy, I am discreet, I didn’t tell anyone that I saw Fra…ouch, stop hitting me!
I can say pigsligger, or something that sounds like it. I hear it’s not the sort of thing to say in casual conversation
Ehm - yes & no, Coldie.
While I wouldn’t use it in any casual conversation, it’s certainly not a word for formal conversations, where the more correct term “fellatör” should be used.
So I spelled it right? Woohoo!
You would use it in rush hour traffic though, right? Say, when you’re trying to beat the jam by cruising between two lanes, and this 2 meter wide Mercedes 600 SEL won’t make room? What would you, in correct Danish, call that driver.
That’s right. A pigsligger.
Yeah, well, technically speaking the correct spelling would be “pikslikker” (am I really posting this), but it would certainly work.
Which reminds me of a story tater told me about how certain sound effects are created in her line of work - apparantly mini salamis are involved. (That’ll teach her to spill the beans about my wimpy breadbasket…)
How long until Amsterdope ?
Hey! The same spelling as in Dutch! Imagine that…
Erm, Norm’, there is no excuse for having a cloth-lined anything. Zero excuse. None at all. Go sit in a corner and do penitence. What? PENITENCE, you heathen! Rub ashes into your hair and whip your back with bramble. Go do it NOW!
And … Danish rap? Danish? I thought French and Dutch rap were bad enough. What’s the current dress style for the hjemmere?
I’m so scared! 
Penitence ? For having a relatively well-equipped kitchen ? I believe I would have worse things to confess to than that, if I happened to be of the religious persuasion.
Danish rap is rather lame, but there’s one group that have dropped the entire “homeboyz from the 'hood” attitude and have some decent texts about being a Generation Xer from the suburbs. Pretty ironic, with titles like “Just how cool can a white guy be ?”.
I believe Dutch rap could work, but French ? If it’s on par with French rock (and yes, I am using the term “rock” in its broadest possible sense ), one shudders at the thought.
The Danish rap actually wasn’t half-bad, I mean as far as rap goes. I mean it wasn’t as good as say RunDMC, but it wasn’t Vanilla Ice either.
If you are going to pick on my sweet Snormy for anything, pick on him for that nasty, nasty, icky, yucky, disgusting Danish licorice he tricked me into trying. :eek: