I will...never ever drink that much whiskey again in my life. Having generally stuck to such things as vodka & orange juice, or girly cocktails, or, here, ciders, I was so very dumb and didn't realize drinking jack & coke is not like those other things. Hence, four drinks later, I amazingly am still upright, wondering why I'm not feeling anything when generally by that point I would be on my ass, and now, nine hours later, I kind of want to die. And I have never had a hangover in my life before. Oh god. Now it's all one big blur. We went the Oxford Union bar, which was absolutely amazing in its sheer classy pretension. Outside there literally were guys in tuxes smoking pipes. Brilliant. And the library looked like something out of Clue, complete with dusty old volumes and velvet draperies. Then we went to the Eagle & Child, where Tolkein and C.S. Lewis used to sit and write, and then we went to the bar underneath the Oxford Union, where the contrast between that and the Union bar itself could not have been greater. Think pounding music, grungy basement setting, and unwashed gothy children throwing them back. Then, after somehow carrying on an entirely lucid conversation with Rachele about our double tutorial, I arrived home around 1:00, only to have some sort of conversation with Fayez about his philosophy of neuroscience course. At some point on the walk home I had "fucking gorgeous" screamed at me by a carful of drunk? British boys. And yet it is never quite that flattering.
So. Somehow today I have to: outline my literature tutorial; start said literature tutorial; plan lowkey dinner gathering for tomorrow evening with the assistance of Amy & Alex (after we couldn't help but comment on the overwhelming attractiveness of Jeff's grad school student golf team captain, he took it upon himself to invite him over, saying I specifically would cook for him) Yeah. I can't cook. So we are having a gathering instead. Also. Must stop feeling nauseous. Right away please. I am already so off schedule.
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Yeah. Whiskey is a bad plan. A very bad plan. I learned that myself a few weeks ago. We had whiskey shots for winning blackjack and of course, i kept winning.
I went to my cousin's wedding in new hampshire this weekend. My brother drank beer and hard alcohol and wine the night before (idiot) and was puking in the church. It was lovely. My parents were not thrilled. Then my mother got undeniably drunk at the reception and proceeded to swear, lift up her dress, dance like a wild woman and make out with my dad. I had a conservative two drinks and just cringed with embarrassment the whole night.
I go back to school tuesday and before then this is my to do list: riding, huge cvs run, birthday gift shopping, gathering of winter clothes, visiting grandparents, halloween costume, cookie baking for the boy, stuffing my face with nutrition, oh and a giant pile of homework.
Good luck with the dinner making. I can only cook omelets.
Keep updating & enjoying.
oxoxoxo,
b
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