Smashing bottles and glasses into the street is like a national pastime here. They play almost all American music and 5 am is the tipping point for when people start fighting. Also, drink beer instead of liquor; it’s like $5-6 per pint rather than $11 for one shot of vodka in your vodka tonic. They seriously measure the shots here–I’ve never seen anything like it. Maybe it’s required by law.

And they have a Chipotle-like burrito joint that’s in a petrol station. At first I was adamant about not eating Mexican food out of a gas station (see: Baseball trip 2008 in Phoenix), but at a certain point you have to stop fighting things and accept that you’re going to eat a truck stop burrito. So thanks, Anna and Hildur, you’ve made me a more well-rounded human. Like, I’m sure I will be quite rotund if I continue eating gas station burritos.

Melissa and other LOTR dorks will be happy to know that 1/2 the people here have elvish names–the aformentioned Hildur, Berglind, Sigrun. I feel wholly inadequate countering such poeticism (yeah, I made that up) with “Steve.”

Bars and clubs attended: Vegamot, Oliver, Dillon, 22, 11 (half the integer, twice as good–their slogan is “Let’s Rock”) Food eaten: Cheese danish, almond danish, salami sandwich, free hotel room crackers, pseudo-Chipotle chicken burrito, lots of beer