IKEA Adventures

On Monday (mandag), Gandalf, Du, and I went to IKEA. My mission—to spend as little money as possible while obtaining several key things for my bedroom.

First, it is important to know this map:

Floor Plan of IKEA

(indgang = entrance, udgang = exit, and the yellow dot is the thing you want to buy)

Okay, now that that is cleared up—we tore the place apart looking for cheap things, and it was great. There was a $1 pillow (which was literally the crappiest pillow in the universe) and I got a blanket for like $9! Success!

I got really tired near the end of our epic journey through Swedish minimalism, so of course, coffee. And lo and behold, the cafe in IKEA sold a refillable cup for LESS THAN $1!!!!!!! I was super excited and drank half of it right away, and then it was time to go. As I was walking to the bus stop, the bus was just pulling up to the curb, so I started running towards it. Now, just walking with an open cup of coffee without spilling it is difficult, so my running needed to be quite artistic to preserve my precious drink. I made it to the bus, filled with a strong sense of awesomeness that I had managed to both catch the bus and not spill my coffee.

Victorious, I was about to get on when the driver said NO YOU CAN’T BRING THAT IN HERE. Seriously?! After that extraordinary sprint that I just demonstrated? So now I was faced with a decision that I had to make very quickly—abandon my half-empty cheap-ass coffee and jump on the bus, or wait around 20 minutes for the next one?

…Uh, what kind of question is that? Would you abandon your best friend to save 20 minutes? Of course not!


(I may have just anthropomorphized coffee… oh dear)


Transportation Triumphs

Okay, first of all, I promise not all of my blog posts will be titled with cheesy alliterations. Just a vast majority of them.


I’m sure it’s actually very easy if you’re a normal person, but Lori-of-suburbia was slightly terrified of getting on a bus. Especially a bus where all of the stops look like “rysverghyvnervej” (which might actually mean something in Danish) and my stop was “Rævehøjvej” (which means fox hill road, so my friend tells me. I also learned how to pronounce it but I forgot). Also, I didn’t know how or where to buy a punch card. And with the lack of a data plan comes the lack of Google Maps. Thus, after triple-checking that I should take the Islands Brygge Metro M1 to the Nørreport Station and then the 150S bus to Rævehøjvej… I set out into the world!!

And it was fine 🙂 It took me a while and a lot of asking random people, but I did it! I feel triumphant. Also, while I can’t speak for the buses, the Metro here is exactly like the one in LA! So I felt super comfortable after I took it once.

Hey, time for more Danish language fun, something that I thought was funny: when I wanted to ask the bus driver if the bus went to Nørreport on the way back, I realized that I couldn’t really pronounce it correctly, and thus she couldn’t understand me and I had to write it down. lol. You’d think it’s “nor-re-port” right? It’s actually something like “neur-poh” but with an intense accent. Again, the phlegm with the “r.” ha. I love this place.