Shouting Thai lady, and drunk British people

Last night has to be the stranged night I have had over here so far.
It all started when we went out for dinner (we: me, my American friends and an italian girl; funny how over here you always seem to end up going out with such a random mixture of people). We wanted to go to this one perticular restuarant. After looking at the menu outside we decided that we would indeed be eating here. Alas, we were wrong. When we went inside and tried to find a table to seat 6 people we were told that this perticular place stops serving food at seven. I realise you now want a few seconds to recover from what you've just heard, I myself was that taken aback as well!
So we went to look for another restaurant. We found one, went inside and found that they were still serving dinner. However, there was no table for us. So we were on our way once more.
Then we came along a Thai restaurant. We peered inside to see whether there was still space for us six. We doubted it but when we opened the door one of the waiters almost stormed right upon us. And we had hardly asked if they could seat us when tables were already being put together and we could finally sit down.
After looking at our menu's for a while a Thai lady came to take our order, or shout at us. I'm not really sure which one it was supposed to be. It seemed like she was reprimanding us, for her not understanding English that well.
We ordered drinks, and food, because otherwise the lady would go to another big table and take their orders first. So we thought, we better order food as well. Before she really loses her head.
After we had eaten and payed we were on our way to a certain bar where we were meeting other people. But first the girls dropped of their coats, because that is the British style. Actually British style is dropping of a few more items of clothing than just your coat. But hey, we are only new to this coutnry, we need some time to settle in.
When we came to the bar, we met the other people and almost immediately after that we left again. Not becasue we didn't like the other people, but we wanted to go somwhere else. Apart from the fact that it was already pretty crowded in there, there was also a live band playing and they were not only loud, but very bad!
We went to the bar across the street. This was the complete opposite, it was really quiet (as in few people) and the music was well, commercialistic (to put it nicely!). Nothing much was going on in this bar except for these two British girls that were there. Or better this one girl that was absolutely pissed. She was so drunk that half of her face seemed to be paralized and she kept saying things that made absolutely no sense at all. Supposedly we were going to a house party with her. Luckily this did not seem to be the plan, otherwise my story would've ended here. No way was I going anywhere with a dodgy girl like that.
Instead we were going to a house party somewhere else. But it turned out to be a couple of freshmen (19 yr olds) in a dorm room playing loud music and video games. Not exactly y idea of a party, no. The only fun I had there was singing along with a couple of songs. The alcohol that I had drank that night had already worn of. And so I was to face the horror of all this in full reality. It came down to one thing: I felt really really old.
I stuck around for much too long when I dragged two of my American friends out of there. The guy was going to get Kebab and Chips first and after that we were going home.
So my strange night was over you think? Well, the strangest has yet to come.
Me and the American girl were waiting outside of the Kebab place, which seemed to be more crowded than during the day. A guy came appearing ou of nowhere, which must've been really hard to do because he was absolutely beyond drunk. He interuppted our conversation and asked us where we were from. 'Guess', I said. He started with me, being absolutely convinced I was from Danmark. 'No' I told him, but close. Germany was his next guess. 'Very close' I told him. The next guesses involved almost every country in Europe, except for Holland. It didn't matter, because when I told him that I was from Holland he said; 'No, you're from Danmark. Come on, you know you are'.
Next He tried to guess where the American girl was from. This, I thought must be easier. I was wrong. The guy started out this time with guessing all countries in Europe. After that he named some Asian countries. Even when I gave him clues like; 'A big country' (Russia), 'Overseas/ocean' (several European countries again), 'A stupid president' (Berlusconi, Chiraq etc.), it took him a while to get to Bush. And it took a little longer than expected to link Bush to the States. Hurrah, he had guessed.
Oh well, my night was quite normal after that. Except for the fact that my feet were killing me because I had been walking up and down everywhere in my heels. My beautiful new, second hand heels that I have bought like a week ago. You can admire them on top of this post!