Denmarking Time

A drive-by shooting of Danish architecture near the queen's summer home here in Aarhus. (I'm very annoyed that I can't center my cutlines in Blogger... it centers all the text instead of just that which is highlighted. I am vexed.)


It's been a good trip to Aarhus; short and not entirely productive in the way I expected, but enjoyable. We have a conference for users going on and I have enjoyed interacting with newsies this week - the informed political discourse, bordering on the inappropriate, and the understanding we seem to have of each other by profession and calling. (Though I guess you could say I have been called away.)


I'm so tired right now. The jet lag has caught up with me despite my clever use of melatonin to fool my brain. My brain cannot be fooled! And this was a long day as it's 11 p.m. and I've just returned from the "formal" business dinner at the MusikHuset. (And I have no idea who the guy in the skull cap smelling his fingers on that web site is... we didn't actually have any music, just a long meal and lots of fancy forks and glasses and three kinds of wine.) Lots of folks in town for the conference are going out to the bars tonight... but, alas, I cannot. I'm too tired and I actually have to work in the morning.


It's funny, I could easily go into the newsroom hungover and still perform my job well. But I just can't be "on" and clever and handle misteps in front of groups of people when the possibility of vomiting is sitting like a demon on my shoulder. So I've had to grow up and be a bit more responsible.


Of course, I've already made plans to go out to the bars tomorrow night since I am now flying back to the states Friday instead of Monday! I will, at last, be forced to change planes in Amersterdam instead of getting a direct flight from Copenhagen to Atlanta. Ah well. And I will have to leave the hotel at 4:30 a.m. to get to Billund airport for a 6:45 a.m. flight to Amsterdam. I can already taste the bile that will be rising in my sleepless gullet Friday morning... am I the only one who gets sleep-deprivation indigestion?)


So, to bed. There might be some uncomfortable gastronomic events tomorrow as it's already very late. Public transportation is lovely here but I need to be at work by 8:30 a.m. and that means getting on the bus by 8 a.m. For a prima donna like me, that means getting up no later than 6:30 a.m.