I must not be too embarassing when I'm drunk, because the Norwegians still come and talk to me later. I was trying to figure out why the guy sitting next to us at vinkveld looked familiar tonight, until he and his friend moved over to talk to us. It turns out I went to a nattspill with them last Monday. The answer is, as my dansk språkelig venninne says, just go be awkward, and it will do you good. The scandinavians apparently understand being awkward, and don't think you are a loser for being uncomfortable when you meet them.
In other news, I feel like my norwegian has gotten worse since I arrived. Now, go check out Haley Bonar.