The morning after...

Went to Mathilde's party at the other end of town. Then headed to a club downtown where I met my best Polish friend & Holger. After a while, the club was getting too crowded so we left. The three of us headed to 7-11 bought some beers, and stumbled to the harbour to drink them. Too many shots, too many beers.
The morning after always sucks. I think someone is trying to drill a hole in my head with a round drill bit...
It's not surprising that I ran out of Panadol within the first month of being in Denmark.