The Krazy Krizzles Krew


Top (L to R): Samboy, Steier, Warren J; Bottom (L to R): Joey, Shames, Xtina


L to R: Bang Bang, Man Eddie, S. Rogo, King James, Xtina, Wylie, Samberg


Almost two weeks into our program, Jeff and I have found ourselves in good company thanks to our supernatural friend-making abilities and a bit of luck in the housing selection. It seems as though all the cool Americans live in our kollegium, so from that first night of DIS-sponsored pizza-eating, we've been sticking together like food to my beard. I've decided to profile the members of the Krew for the reader's benefit (that's you - you're a reader), and for my illiterate friends who scroll through the blog and periodically break into gratuitous laugher so as not to give away their disability, I have included the above visual aids. My apologies to those not pictured, but it was your decision to become vampires.

Samboy - My Maine man, Sammy keeps it gangsta at GW in that nation's capital and Netto Fabulous at KU in this nation's capital where he quite literally coined the Krizzle. He specializes in dropping American slang on unsuspecting Danish sales clerks, especially when snagging a hotass Tilbud at Slevens. His motto: Biggie Smalls was, is, and forever will be the illest.

Xtina - This arctic fox waterproofed her Uggs, and that's all Jeff needed to know before he started taking them off. Now she spends more time in our room then her own; Jeff takes advantage of her body while I take advantage of her mind, using her Danish fluency to translate my yogurt containers. Her motto: Hhhello cold!

Bang Bang - We sat next to this Loyola lad at kollegium orientation and knew right off the bat that it he was gonna be chummy. He's fat and he's funny (I think it's a cause and effect thing), and he owns the streets of Copenhagen after 5 AM (yet he can't find a size 58 blazer). His motto: In Denmark, laundry does you.

Steier and Shames - Childhood friends reunited in Copenhagen, theirs is a story made for community access tv. They are holding down the West Coast in Western Europe, and together with me, Jeff, and Samberg maintain half a minyan. His motto: C's get degrees. Her motto: Jet lag is the worst lag.

King James - He lives with a host family so we see him sparingly, but when he's rolling with the Krew he provides valuable commentary. Whether it's ice falling from the roof ("That's dangerous") or a conversation about The Simpsons ("That's funny"), the King knows to say what we're all thinking. Also, he mistakenly exchanged all his American dollars into Swedish kroner. Oh James, what will he do next? His motto: Where were you guys?

The Wildcats - Hailing from Villanova and Arizona, Ryan, Ryan, and Ian have similar names and school mascots. They dress to impress and travel in a trio, be they hittin' the bars or the soccer ball. Their motto: Rock the cash baaaa.

Brandon and Shaira - Hey, I went to camp with that kid! That's right, Brandon and I have a history that carbon dates back to whacky Mah-Kee-Nac in the Berkshires. Shaira and I have a history in my dreams where we have been married 6 years and are raising the next Larry David in our Park Slope duplex. Their motto: Amsterdam anyone?