Luck of the Irish

Well, Friday marked the end of our first studio project, which consisted of a precedent analysis. It was nonetheless interesting to meet fellow DIS students. I have a mentee who was also a member of my group. He is an art history major named Pete, and with every question he asks, I think he is convinced to not do architecture. Must be my optimism shining.

That night the snow kept pouring and made walking anywhere an absolute blast. Therefore we decided not to trek to downtown Copenhagen. Rather we went to a bar a few blocks from our apartment. Not only did we enjoy our Jacobsen Brown Ale, but we also met an Irishman. This guy was quite the character. He was amazed at how beautiful the women are here. As he said, "In Ireland maybe 2 out of 10 look decent. Here it is 8 out of 10." He then proceded to talk to any girl that passed by. He was also very passionate about soccer and showed his anger towards France and those cheating SOBs. (France elliminated Ireland from qualifying in the Cup because they scored off of a handball). He then bought us both a drink and we talked a little more, with him taking breaks to talk to women. Because we do not have the tolerance of the Irish, we left before our Irsh friend but not before he gave us his business card and hugs. In all, it was a fun and interesting night.