Cat's Night Out

I woke up this morning and stumbled around the room to find my watch (because there's no clock in this hotel room). 4:30, way too early to get up. But why is it light out? Ohhh. Yep, slept until 4:30 in the afternoon -- to be fair I only slept for about 3 hours in a 44 hour period before that and drank about a million beers last night.

I started the night out with a din, trying to look in windows and find a good spot. Ended up paying about $20 for a shitty cheeseburger, fries, and a Viking beer. Beer here doesn't seem too great, just a lot of bland blonde ales.

After din, I wandered around a bit more, trying to find a place to sit and take the edge off. I had a beer at a couple different places, but there didn't seem to be too many people around. I finally found a place called the English Pub with a sizable crowd and a guy playing acoustic guitar (can't get away from hearing Don't Stop Believing). They had a big wheel you could spin for 1,500kr, and you could win between 0 and 8 beers (beers cost about 750-800kr). Talked to a crazy drunk Icelandic dude, and a dude from Norway. Catman's Law: Anywhere in the world you are, this phrase remains true: "Lot of dudes in here." Left that place for Dillon Rock Bar where there was a band setting up. I'm sitting there, thinking these guys are going to be some sort of Icelandic basement rock band. Nope, just these funky little instrumentals that sounded like the band presets on a 1980s Casio keyboard. Good time.

Those guys finished up, and I took off trying to follow the stream of cars all going in one direction. Popped into another place and set up camp at the bar. People in Reykjavik really don't go out until midnight, but places started to get pretty crowded pretty fast. At some point I started talking to a couple Icelandic dudes (yea more dudes). One of the dudes was named Greemer, I think. Greemer seemed like a pretty cool dude, I think he was a couple years younger. Anyway, left for another bar with Greemer, and we somehow started talking to a couple Icelandic girls, who Greemer said were the Icelandic equivalent of Jersey Shore trash. But one of them was hot, so naturally we followed them to yet another bar (Icelandic people like to bar hop). Sitting at a table, I notice this really hot girl who is in line keeps looking at me. So I'm thinking things are looking up. Cut to a few minutes later, she comes over, tells me she's looking for Icelandic men, and that I'm handsome but too short. Thanks. I KNOW THAT.

Ended the night with Greemer buying me a cheeseburger from this little stand. I got back to the hotel and shoved it into the mini bar fridge, but I don't even think this fridge is on. All in all, good little Saturday eve in Reykjavik. Also, the hot water here smells like rotten eggs.

- CM