Food was absolutely delicious. Of course, where there is good food we must have good wine. I quite like red, so I opted for red.
Then came the highlight of the event-cutting of the birthday cake.
Honestly, I tell you, that cake was huge. For my standards anyway. We usually have a 500g cake and thats it.
This one must have been 3kg or more. And it was smothered in lovely luxurious mocha cream.
Yummy.... and did I mention there were 2 cakes? Because there were so many people, Noel's parents ordered 2 cakes. So, there were 2 heavenly cakes...yummy
I was sooo bloated after the meal. Half of the group had to leave earlier as they were going on a skiing holiday in Sweden. The other half, including myself were getting geared up for salsa at the local dance club.

We called a cab to the city centre and started walking towards the direction of the club. Walking in a skirt and heels at 0 degrees with chilly wind in your face is not enjoyable. I was really looking foward to entering the club straightaway... shelter would be good.

Imagine our dissappointment and dismay when we arrived at the salsa club and it said "LUKKER" (closed).

Rats. Well Noel was more pissed than anyone of us because he had made reservations with the club and was assured that they were open for business that day. Anyway, a backup plan was needed...standing in the cold and shivering our butts off just wasn't a good idea.

So we went to a pub for drinks while the guys tried to figure out which club to go to next. Although it was only Wednesday night, the pub was packed with students. Having had red wine for dinner earlier... I wasnt too keen on drinking. Noel bought us one round of tequillas.

But Noel's friend Pete was kind enough to treat us to Sambooka (for those who know what it is, knows) so I had to down the yucky stuff. I know, for you good drinkers out there, Sambooka is expensive stuff and it is good... but I felt like I had just swallowed mouthwash.

Anyway...after that we started (or tried) to mix around with other people. I got to know a Romanian girl called Anna, who looked like a supermodel. Very well groomed and pretty. She was studying for her Masters in International Business. There was also a friend of Noel's who was studying in Cardiff for her Bachelor in Psychology, specialising in Organisational Behaviour.

We tried queueing up at the supposedly most exclusive club in town, only to be rejected by the bouncer because we were not on the guest list. By this time I was getting pretty tired and irritated and suggested taking a cab back to Noel's house to call it a day. After all I was really not a "kaki clubbing"... I wanted to reserve my energy for sight-seeing the next day!

In the end we had shawarmas (kebabs) for supper and took a cab home. I was freaking tired from all that walking and dropped flat on the bed.

"Welcome to Copenhagen", I whispered to myself.