Last weekend was both Halloween (!!) and our Arts & Culture LLC Retreat Weekend.
SO, in other words, it was one of the freakiest weekends of my life.
It started out pretty normally. I was a 50’s housewife for the LLC Halloween party on Thursday, and even though I had to duck out of the festivities a little early to go back to studio, I had a blast. I ate all of the chocolate-covered popcorn and mac-and-cheese that I possibly could, and participated (avidly) in my floor’s ridiculously awesome photo shoot.
Friday, Halloween Day, was a little spookier. I dressed up as a goth. With my black lipstick, army boots, and raccoon eyes, I felt pretty darn scary. A few of us spent the night running around Tivoli, one of the world’s oldest amusement parks and a prominent Copenhagen attraction. The park was beautifully decorated – glowing lanterns hung from the trees and ample piles of fake fall foliage, complete with small mountains of pumpkins, lined the walkways. It looked magical, especially with the classic Copenhagen fog creeping around the moon and through colorful amusement rides. Connie & I rode the giant swings, which lifted us so high into the air that I could see the outskirts of the city, and together we dodged Tivoli’s wandering zombie clowns.
Saturday, the first official day of the LLC Retreat, was pretty relaxed. Our LLC made a mural and pizzas (yum) before venturing off to see a very odd, very modern performance art piece. Three artists – two guys and one gal – performed for two hours with minimal props and no set. The theme was, loosely, “Variations/Interpretations of Monsters”, and it was largely conducted in complete silence. For fifteen minutes, I watched them stick rolled toilet paper up their noses and sneeze through a light mist. For another fifteen minutes, a girl and one of the guys ran into each other, repeatedly and persistently – often falling down, but getting up immediately (only to ram into each other and fall down again). For the next fifteen minutes, the same girl and guy got into a sweatsuit together, with two legs in each pant leg and two arms in each sleeve, and ran laps around the stage. On and on it went.
To be honest – I didn’t really appreciate their performance. Maybe I was supposed to take away the awkwardness of humanity and how we are the monsters, all of us – but I was really just sitting there wondering how many times they’d had to stick the toilet paper up their nose and sneeze during performance practice, and how they came up with that and thought it would be a good idea to do it with fifty people watching.
However. Saturday’s performance, monsters and all, was a children’s choir compared what we did on Sunday. In the name of interactive performance art (or something), my LLC group checked into a “mental hospital” for five hours on Sunday. A “mental hospital”, in quotations, because it was a simulated universe and nothing like a real health treatment facility. It was a little more like a collective combination of everybody’s nightmares.
In defense of my LLC: it was art and it was an experience that I will never have again. (Thank God.) And it was the first time that the mental hospital had ever been performed, so there was no way for our coordinators to know what was going to happen.
In defense of everyone who went through the mental hospital: we probably should have walked out.
I can’t describe what happened in the mental hospital on my blog, because A.) I’m not sure I have the appropriate vocabulary and B.) you really don’t want to know, I promise. But. Don’t go. Don’t ever go, and dissuade any friends you know from going. Tia’s Visiting Mom (her Danish mom) had been thinking about attending, and after the performance Tia wrote her an email.
We’ve recovered sufficiently and are back in our normal school routine – at least until this Friday, which marks the beginning of our third (and final!) travel break. Which means!!! I get to see Mom & Dad soon!!! I’m counting down.
Me & my roomie Connie
Tia & I were housewives by day, zombies-fighters by night
You can’t tell, but Connie dressed up as Harry Styles for our Tivoli night. And I went goth. It helps that I’m so pale, huh?