Tetris floor is on hold. We didn't get the tiles yesterday as planned, because one color was out of stock. The tiles should now arrive next Friday. We also learned that it's highly advisable to allow the tiles to sit for a few days in the apartment, and adjust to regular, non-warehouse temperatures before laying them down. So it looks like it could be two weekends away before we get to laying them down.

In Denmark, it seems that putting "American" on the description of food means that it has corn on it*. Although this makes sense from a geographic perspective, it has very little bearing on actual culturally American food. Thus you end up with things like corn on hamburgers and corn on pizza. I finally dared to eat corn on my pizza two nights ago. I decided to go all out and get the one with both corn and peas. Unfortunately, this one had no egg. That's my next pizza. It's not actually called an American pizza, but a "Chicken Du Luxe." I figure it you use the word "chicken" in English, and butcher a French word, it's basically like calling it American. My review: it tastes ok, but you should really put the cheese on top to keep them from falling off. Especially if you have Tycho the food hoover nearby.

Last night was my first Meetup after becoming Organizer. We had a Labor Day Weekend Kickoff at Central Park Café in Vesterbro. One of the attendees, a woman named Armelle who is from Côte d'Ivoire, Paris, and London (you have to love the international crowd answering questions like "where are you from?"), showed sincere interest in how I managed to go barefoot. Even in the rain. Even in 13º. Even in Vesterbro. She asked if it was a trend, as she'd seen so many others going barefoot. I'm a bit jealous; I haven't seen any others. After leaving the festivities, I managed to have my first barefooting injury. A few meters outside the Hovedbanegård I stepped on something sharp. A quick brush-off of the sole did not help, so I kept weight off it until we got down to our platform. T helped me find it and remove it while waiting for our train. It's still a bit sore when I put weight on it, but it's not major. We'll see how I feel about it after another day of walking on it.

*An exception to the American = corn rule is ice cream. When you ask for an Amerikaner at the ice cream stand, you get a ginormous ice-cream-stuffed waffle cone with jam and a flødebolle (chocolate-covered cream ball) on top. Nevermind that flødeboller basically only exist in Scandinavia.