Syracuse has a Sons of Norway lodge! They have a Syttende Mai festival and everything!
One problem: that May 17 party always arrives at the end of my academic year. Meaning I'm fried and not paying attention to social events. So, I'm putting it on my Goggle calendar. Next year, dammit, I'm gonna be eating lefsa and celebrating my Norskness.
You may laugh, but I'm living here in the land of Italian-Americans. Well, other folks, too, but lots of Italian restaurants and Catholic churches on every corner. So sometimes I need confirmation of my paleness and particular brand of guilt. Cultural solidarity, you know?