It was my friend Erlingur’s polterabend (bachelor party) on Friday. We started with a paintball outing for the boys and a “shamanistic journey” for the girls 
. I’d never played paintball before. It was somewhat weird but interesting, a very good workout, but definitely an alien sensation if you never handle guns (like me).
So of course me and the other guy who had never played before were “killed” right away in the first few rounds, but after that, it is amazing how quickly your “hunter” brain responds and subsequently you get into the flow of the game, stalking opponents, becoming quieter and stealthier and tuning your hearing/vision for the slightest sounds that give away your opponents’ positons.
In theory you’re not supposed to shoot at anyone closer than 2–3 meters if you surprise them, but a couple of times I just rounded a corner and started blasting at opponents (once one of our party and once the ‘instructor’ who was showing us a stalking game) for which I apologized profusely: Those damn things sting at close distance. But it is surprising (and a bit scary/weird) how you just react and start firing unless you are experienced.
So it was fun but you go home with big bruises that look like hickeys – me with a couple on my back, chest, arm and butt, and the groom-to-be (who at one point had to wear a rat costume and hide while we ‘hunted’ him ) with some giant ones including one on his neck – I hope that wasn’t me!
Afterwards we grabbed with a ‘drink’ (deliberately placed in quotes, here) at the Beduin Bar (not recommended), followed by dinner at a nice Korean restaurant in Vesterbro (recommended!) and chilled out.. Susan joined us for that. It was cool to meet some more of the Icelanders here, they’re very nice and friendly.
We topped it off with a pint or two @ some Scottish pub in Copenhagen before catching the train back home, which itself is one of the singular joys of living here: Being rocked to a half-sleep on the train as you and the rest of the tipsy silently glide along towards home. Beautiful.
