The booze will keep us warm

Going to an ice bar has been on my to-do list for quite some time. The concept is simple, everything is made of ice. The walls, the chairs, the tables, the glasses almost everything (except the floor and a television). We had stopped by another cheaper local bar to kick start the evening, by the time we slid into the ice bar we were already good and lit. First you enter a modern cocktail lounge, have a few drinks and wait for the ice bar to become available. Then you are whisked away, given a heavy parka, a pair of gloves, and herded through a hallway into a heavy freezer door. Once I became oriented, I found myself in a indoor winter ice wonderland of booze consumption. I was given the choice between Heineken, or "pink stuff", I chose the "pink stuff". After two glasses of "pink stuff" I was feeling pretty good, and had the brilliant idea of smashing my two empty ice glasses together (It was like that scene from 2001 A Space Odyssey, when the monkey first discovers he can use a stick as a hitting device). Soon others joined in on the destruction, smashing their glasses to little bits of ice shards. The ice wasn't the only thing to be smashed though. Being a drunken idiot with ice cold numb hands, I dropped a strangers camera when she handed it to me to take a group photo of her and her friends. It was not ALL my fault as it never quite made it into my grasp... but I felt very bad either way (It hit the icy floor really hard). After some more glass-smashing and another glass of "pink stuff" we headed out in an attempt to make it home. The long walk was made even longer by the fact that we were walking with a drunken swagger. We finally made it home after a million pit stops, an attempted camera heist by a scam artist, and a drunken photo session in Dam Square.