So, I just got back from a trip to Cornwall with a crew of 60+ NYU kids. I didn't really know anyone. So, alone I was.
Got to the hostel in a little Rockport-like seatown called St.Ives, and these kids are pampered, rich brats!!! They were all scoffing and complaining about the hostel: "oh, i can't shower here!" "i wanna go get a hotel room" "i bet you this is the dirtiest place in the town". Ok, honestly? It wasn't that bad of a hostel! I've lived in much worse! I felt like I was in a spa, they felt they were roughing it. Do kids my age not know what it's like to go hiking anymore?
That night I went out to get dinner by myself at a pub, some NYU kids came. It was awkward, but then a few nice premeds came over and befriended me. We went out to a pub, played some darts, and called it early.
Woke up at 7am for a full English breakfast: baked beans, sausage, mushrooms, bacon...I could tell that this trip was not goin to be the most healthy eating I've ever had in my life.
About half of us kids went on a tour of Cornwall. We drove St.Michael's Mount (much like Mont St.Michel, only a little newer....), Penzance, & Minack & The Minack Theatre (which is a beautiful outside theatre built into the cliffs of the seaside).
The seaside we saw the entire tour was amazing. It was dramatic drops, the water was crystal blue, and it wasn't that cold out. Just windy. The Minack Theatre looked like something just out of a Greek tourguide book. Stunning.
At the Minack Theatre, I ordered a normal Cornish meal called Cornish pasty, which is basically a steak&onion broth in a flaky DENSE croissant pastry. Delicious, and hearty.
We drove to see a Stoneghenge-like ancient formation called the Merry Maidens & Two Pipers. Very entertaining to see NYU kids gallop around fields with big rocks. We ended up at Land's End, which is the most western & closest part of the UK to America. Very touristy, but pleasant nonetheless. The rest of the ride home, our tourguide talked about the history of Cornwall, and we all slept.
I met up with 2 girls I remembered from Eugene's apartment, Natasha & Danielle, and we hit up St.Ives. Really, honestly, just like a New England seaport. We got the Cornish Ice Cream (which is super good, and fattening) and Cornish Cream Tea (just tea w/ scones...but you put Cornish Clotted Cream on the scones, which might as well be called LARD). We ate like true Corns that day, but we probably also gained about 10 lbs, too.
We walked to the beachfront, it was a nice walk & a great view.
Then we went to a local theatre to see "Munich". It's an OK movie, I thought some of it was well done, and other parts I felt Spielberg really banking on his directing genius a little too much. I was really disturbed by the movie, though, because it was about Israeli & Palestinian fighting mostly, so I got a calling card & talked to Ido for about an hour. That was nice.
Woke up at 7am again for yet another English breakfast. It was starting to wear on me....
We went to the Eden Project today. Basically, it's the largest Biodomes in the world. Pretty awesome stuff here. They have plants & trees from around the tropics & warm temperate parts of the world, jam-packed into this revolutionary bubble. It was soooo pretty. And I got to look at Cocoa beans. That made me happy.
I learned a lot about nature today.
The bus ride to and fro Cornwall was roughly 6 hours each way.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Glastonbury
So on our way to Cornwall (SouthWest England), we ended up at Glastonbury.
This is where a lot of the Arthurian legends pan out. When you enter this town, it's very very spiritual/relgious fusion....very pagan & into the more wiccan & celtic things.
I went to the Abbey Ruins. The Abbey is where apparently Jason & Jesus built the first worship area for Mary, and where King Arhthur & Guinivere is buried.
This place is gorgeous. I went to the ruins, and got teary-eyed. I've never seen beauty like that. The church that was built around the 12th or 13th century was ruined by Henry something something...that is what you go to see, and it is very majestic. But, it's not the first church built there....the first one was built somewhere in the 1st century, and they kept on getting burned down and rebuilt. Still, gorgeous.
I was alone in Glastonbury, since everyone else on the trip I didn't know, but I didn't mind. I don't think anynone else there was appreciating what we were seeing as much as I was. I got to take my time, be in awe. It was wonderful.
Ate a panini. Set off for the Tor.
The Tor was the Isle of Avalon...alright, basically, Avalon was a magical isle where Morgan LeFay lived, and helped Arthur. But then the water receded and it just became a huge mountain top. It's apparently where there is a portal to the "other side".
PS: The Tor is on a vertical drop. Hiking up the hill/mountain took roughly 25 minutes for me, alone, and a gym rat. Mini cardio workout. But man, was it gorgeous. Someone built a church on the hill, but again, it's in ruins, so only a ruined tower exists there now. But it was amazing. And the view was splendid, too.
However, the wind howled like nothing else. If that was a portal, someone on the other side (or the wind...I'm not sure which one) must be PISSED! I almost got thrown off of the hill!
This is where a lot of the Arthurian legends pan out. When you enter this town, it's very very spiritual/relgious fusion....very pagan & into the more wiccan & celtic things.
I went to the Abbey Ruins. The Abbey is where apparently Jason & Jesus built the first worship area for Mary, and where King Arhthur & Guinivere is buried.
This place is gorgeous. I went to the ruins, and got teary-eyed. I've never seen beauty like that. The church that was built around the 12th or 13th century was ruined by Henry something something...that is what you go to see, and it is very majestic. But, it's not the first church built there....the first one was built somewhere in the 1st century, and they kept on getting burned down and rebuilt. Still, gorgeous.
I was alone in Glastonbury, since everyone else on the trip I didn't know, but I didn't mind. I don't think anynone else there was appreciating what we were seeing as much as I was. I got to take my time, be in awe. It was wonderful.
Ate a panini. Set off for the Tor.
The Tor was the Isle of Avalon...alright, basically, Avalon was a magical isle where Morgan LeFay lived, and helped Arthur. But then the water receded and it just became a huge mountain top. It's apparently where there is a portal to the "other side".
PS: The Tor is on a vertical drop. Hiking up the hill/mountain took roughly 25 minutes for me, alone, and a gym rat. Mini cardio workout. But man, was it gorgeous. Someone built a church on the hill, but again, it's in ruins, so only a ruined tower exists there now. But it was amazing. And the view was splendid, too.
However, the wind howled like nothing else. If that was a portal, someone on the other side (or the wind...I'm not sure which one) must be PISSED! I almost got thrown off of the hill!
Friday, February 24, 2006
Funniest Moments on a Date with a Turk
Well, I had a date tonight with that guy Oz from before....it was pretty humorous on my end.
Agenda:
1) There is a communication barrier
2) There's some element of awkward involved
3) He tend to be kinda touchy feely, i'm not used to that
4) I'm not interested
5) He took me to a club similar to an american gay club
So at first we were going to his place, then logic struck and I said, "no...how about a coffee shop?"
Caffe Nero we go. 2 hours of communication problems. I am laughing because I can't understand him, he's laughing because I can't understand him. Great. I'm screwing up already.
I can try to hold a conversation with him alright. And I don't mind being friends with him.
Then he took me to a club, MASH? Really, I thought it was a gay club at first. But then I realized that most of the guys there were straight. The music was......think Diana Ross. HILARIOUS!!!! I was laughing so hard, he didn't know why. He was all gentlemanly and nice, and kept leading me with my back, which I'm not used to....so he started dancing (his dancing was......something humorous too), and wanted me to dance, but it took me a while to be alright with it today. Ridiculous.
He is a gentleman, though. And legit. He paid for everything, and held doors and stuff, which was nice. I just don't know how to let him know he'd be a great friend.
And when I was walking to my flat building, some guy checked me out and hit on me; he was walking on the phone, looked at me, smiled, raised eyebrows, I grinned....then as I was unlocking my door, he turned around to look at me as I jetted in the building.
What is up with my life?! Sometimes I wonder.
Agenda:
1) There is a communication barrier
2) There's some element of awkward involved
3) He tend to be kinda touchy feely, i'm not used to that
4) I'm not interested
5) He took me to a club similar to an american gay club
So at first we were going to his place, then logic struck and I said, "no...how about a coffee shop?"
Caffe Nero we go. 2 hours of communication problems. I am laughing because I can't understand him, he's laughing because I can't understand him. Great. I'm screwing up already.
I can try to hold a conversation with him alright. And I don't mind being friends with him.
Then he took me to a club, MASH? Really, I thought it was a gay club at first. But then I realized that most of the guys there were straight. The music was......think Diana Ross. HILARIOUS!!!! I was laughing so hard, he didn't know why. He was all gentlemanly and nice, and kept leading me with my back, which I'm not used to....so he started dancing (his dancing was......something humorous too), and wanted me to dance, but it took me a while to be alright with it today. Ridiculous.
He is a gentleman, though. And legit. He paid for everything, and held doors and stuff, which was nice. I just don't know how to let him know he'd be a great friend.
And when I was walking to my flat building, some guy checked me out and hit on me; he was walking on the phone, looked at me, smiled, raised eyebrows, I grinned....then as I was unlocking my door, he turned around to look at me as I jetted in the building.
What is up with my life?! Sometimes I wonder.
Monday, February 20, 2006
Oslo, Norway
Bare with me, this will be a long one...
WOW! Norway was pretty ridiculous. Hey! Did you know that Oslo is one of the most expensive cities in the world?!...
Day 1: Denysha and I get in Oslo Torp Airport very late because our plane ran late. On the 2-hour busride to the city, we are stuck with some very drunk Norwegian telling everyone that he has tried every drug known to man, is a dealer, trying to sell drugs to us, claiming that he's a murderer also, that we are all comparable to a female body part.
We get off of the bus, realizing that everything is in Norwegian. We don't understand Norwegian. We take a cab to Anker Hostel, where we are informed that they messed up my reservations, so we would have to check out & in every day we plan on staying there.
A note: Snow. EVERYWHERE. As in, salt doesn't work. Snow to our knees. I was wet the WHOLE TRIP.
We walk around the streets nearby around 12:30am to find some place that will sell us food. We asked some local to show us a deli, where we cannot read the descriptions of the food. I end up unknowingly buying chip dip, while Denysha feasts on a "calzone" of questionable contents.
We get into our room around 2am, finding a sleeping naked man & a very old woman. We sleep.
Day 2: I wake up to find the "sleeping" man eating breakfast and watching me sleep. Everyone else in the room is speaking Russian.
Denysha and I check out, and head for the museums. We hit the Kon-Tiki Museum (very interesting, about a boat of reeds that was made to travel across the Atlantic and Pacific), The Fråm Museum (the most durable ship in the world), and experience our first Norwegian food: sausages and mashed potatoes.
We take a bus back to the main city & get lost by Oslo University, around the National Theatre, and hit up some window shopping at Karl Johans Gata (Street).
We are beginning to understand how to read and interpret Norwegian.
Check in, and take a nap.
Before we headed out for dinner and to a "jazz club", I overheard some guy in the lounge say that he was from Masachusetts, Drew. I went over, and we got along fine, so I told him that once we finished dinner, we'd come back for him to go to Club Blå (pronounced "blow") with us.
Denysha & I went out to some italian restaurant, Mama Leones. The food was good. My tiramisu was spiked. Lots.
Back at the hostel to pick up Drew, he's made a new friend from Bristol (UK), Alex. We sit down and talk for a while, hit it off. Also, "sleeping" man comes to talk to me. He's from Lithuania, and will further be called Lithuania man. He was around our age, and very very beautiful. I invited him out, but he had to wake up to buy a flat, so I told him breakfast at 10 with us. So Alex & Drew joined us at Blå.
Note: We thought it would be a jazz club. Oh, no. It was some underground HipHop/Reggae scene in some back alleyway of Oslo.
The boys got a little drunk, but us girls held our own and danced all night with Norwegians. It was fun. We got back and went to bed around 5am.
Day 3: Wake up at 10 realizing I told Lithuanian man about breakfast. I got down an hour late, found him waiting for me in the lounge. We talked for a while and laughed for a bit, but he had to go buy a flat, so I told him to meet us in an hour or so (which he never ended up showing, so I never saw him again).
Checked out. Alex & Drew joined us, and we set out to Tyrvann (a tower to see all of Oslo). The train ride took about an hour. We ended up, essentially, on a ski slope. Here we were with our shoes and boots, surrounded by people in skis and snowboards. It was pretty ridiculous.
We walked up the mountain about 3 km to the tower. It was cloudy and snowing. And the tower was closed. Nothing with people was near the tower. We walked back and returned to center Oslo.
Beforehand, Denysha & I discovered the beauty of their "Kit Kats", called Kvikk Lunsje (Quick Lunch), as well as their MAGNIFISCENT brown cheese. Basically, it's unprocessed goat cheese, really sweet, but still tastes like cheese. So, we all went to the grocers and bought 1 kg blocks of cheese.
Naptime.
The boys wanted to make reindeer fajittas, but Denysha & I headed out for a burger. Best, leanest, most scrumptious burger I've ever had in my life. And a fruit shake made of Galia melon and milk. Oh, my, lord.
We headed off with the boys to see Jarhead at a cinema, (english sound, Norwegian subtitles, it was a real trip), said goodbye to Drew (leaving that morning) and then headed off to bed early.
Day 4: Check out for real this time. We had made friends with the reception, Camilla already, so he chatted with us for a while. Cool guy. British.
Last hoorah for Denysha & I was going out to Akershus Fortress & Castle. Very quirky, kinda ugly and pretty at the same time. We walked there and took great pictures of Oslo's harbor. Walked into the Norwegian Resistance Museum. Did you know that Norway was under Nazi regime 1940-1945? But they were one of the main reasons why the Nazis failed, because they didn't obey them whatsoever. It was neat.
Tried to go shopping. WARNING: Oslo is officially closed on Sundays. We learned that the hard way, and ended up at some hotel's tourist shop to buy a mug & shirt.
Back to Anker Hostel until we headed back to London. Alex met up with us for a lunch/dinner, and we swapped more emails, and a few songs. He is going up to northern Norway to be a mountain guide for a while. Finished up our Kroners (Norwegian currency), and headed back for the 2 hour busride to Torp.
Noteworthy Norwegian foods: shrimp (aka scampi, or prawns), bureck (don't know the spelling, sounds like that...might be from Turkey), brown cheese, Kvikk Lunsje, sausages, fish&chips (be surprised), waffles, jam, reindeer burgers, galia melon
WOW! Norway was pretty ridiculous. Hey! Did you know that Oslo is one of the most expensive cities in the world?!...
Day 1: Denysha and I get in Oslo Torp Airport very late because our plane ran late. On the 2-hour busride to the city, we are stuck with some very drunk Norwegian telling everyone that he has tried every drug known to man, is a dealer, trying to sell drugs to us, claiming that he's a murderer also, that we are all comparable to a female body part.
We get off of the bus, realizing that everything is in Norwegian. We don't understand Norwegian. We take a cab to Anker Hostel, where we are informed that they messed up my reservations, so we would have to check out & in every day we plan on staying there.
A note: Snow. EVERYWHERE. As in, salt doesn't work. Snow to our knees. I was wet the WHOLE TRIP.
We walk around the streets nearby around 12:30am to find some place that will sell us food. We asked some local to show us a deli, where we cannot read the descriptions of the food. I end up unknowingly buying chip dip, while Denysha feasts on a "calzone" of questionable contents.
We get into our room around 2am, finding a sleeping naked man & a very old woman. We sleep.
Day 2: I wake up to find the "sleeping" man eating breakfast and watching me sleep. Everyone else in the room is speaking Russian.
Denysha and I check out, and head for the museums. We hit the Kon-Tiki Museum (very interesting, about a boat of reeds that was made to travel across the Atlantic and Pacific), The Fråm Museum (the most durable ship in the world), and experience our first Norwegian food: sausages and mashed potatoes.
We take a bus back to the main city & get lost by Oslo University, around the National Theatre, and hit up some window shopping at Karl Johans Gata (Street).
We are beginning to understand how to read and interpret Norwegian.
Check in, and take a nap.
Before we headed out for dinner and to a "jazz club", I overheard some guy in the lounge say that he was from Masachusetts, Drew. I went over, and we got along fine, so I told him that once we finished dinner, we'd come back for him to go to Club Blå (pronounced "blow") with us.
Denysha & I went out to some italian restaurant, Mama Leones. The food was good. My tiramisu was spiked. Lots.
Back at the hostel to pick up Drew, he's made a new friend from Bristol (UK), Alex. We sit down and talk for a while, hit it off. Also, "sleeping" man comes to talk to me. He's from Lithuania, and will further be called Lithuania man. He was around our age, and very very beautiful. I invited him out, but he had to wake up to buy a flat, so I told him breakfast at 10 with us. So Alex & Drew joined us at Blå.
Note: We thought it would be a jazz club. Oh, no. It was some underground HipHop/Reggae scene in some back alleyway of Oslo.
The boys got a little drunk, but us girls held our own and danced all night with Norwegians. It was fun. We got back and went to bed around 5am.
Day 3: Wake up at 10 realizing I told Lithuanian man about breakfast. I got down an hour late, found him waiting for me in the lounge. We talked for a while and laughed for a bit, but he had to go buy a flat, so I told him to meet us in an hour or so (which he never ended up showing, so I never saw him again).
Checked out. Alex & Drew joined us, and we set out to Tyrvann (a tower to see all of Oslo). The train ride took about an hour. We ended up, essentially, on a ski slope. Here we were with our shoes and boots, surrounded by people in skis and snowboards. It was pretty ridiculous.
We walked up the mountain about 3 km to the tower. It was cloudy and snowing. And the tower was closed. Nothing with people was near the tower. We walked back and returned to center Oslo.
Beforehand, Denysha & I discovered the beauty of their "Kit Kats", called Kvikk Lunsje (Quick Lunch), as well as their MAGNIFISCENT brown cheese. Basically, it's unprocessed goat cheese, really sweet, but still tastes like cheese. So, we all went to the grocers and bought 1 kg blocks of cheese.
Naptime.
The boys wanted to make reindeer fajittas, but Denysha & I headed out for a burger. Best, leanest, most scrumptious burger I've ever had in my life. And a fruit shake made of Galia melon and milk. Oh, my, lord.
We headed off with the boys to see Jarhead at a cinema, (english sound, Norwegian subtitles, it was a real trip), said goodbye to Drew (leaving that morning) and then headed off to bed early.
Day 4: Check out for real this time. We had made friends with the reception, Camilla already, so he chatted with us for a while. Cool guy. British.
Last hoorah for Denysha & I was going out to Akershus Fortress & Castle. Very quirky, kinda ugly and pretty at the same time. We walked there and took great pictures of Oslo's harbor. Walked into the Norwegian Resistance Museum. Did you know that Norway was under Nazi regime 1940-1945? But they were one of the main reasons why the Nazis failed, because they didn't obey them whatsoever. It was neat.
Tried to go shopping. WARNING: Oslo is officially closed on Sundays. We learned that the hard way, and ended up at some hotel's tourist shop to buy a mug & shirt.
Back to Anker Hostel until we headed back to London. Alex met up with us for a lunch/dinner, and we swapped more emails, and a few songs. He is going up to northern Norway to be a mountain guide for a while. Finished up our Kroners (Norwegian currency), and headed back for the 2 hour busride to Torp.
Noteworthy Norwegian foods: shrimp (aka scampi, or prawns), bureck (don't know the spelling, sounds like that...might be from Turkey), brown cheese, Kvikk Lunsje, sausages, fish&chips (be surprised), waffles, jam, reindeer burgers, galia melon
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Happy Valentines Day
Now...back to my chocolate....the chocolate here is soooooo good. I don't know why, but it's just so good! Even the bad chocolate is good!
Kenneth, who's been joking with me about being my pretend boyfriend brought me a chocolate bar, how sweet! And we were going to go have dinner together, but I couldn't wait for him and ended up making dinner for myself before he could go. It's all good.
Nothing really new here.
Julia's little party has made the school get involved, so us in the apartment have to go to one of the supervisor's office tomorrow for an "investigation". Sweet. Considering Erin and I had nothing to do with it, and Julia is scheming to get out of her own problem.
I'm gonna start taking some yoga classes here. I've lost some of my core muscles because I have not danced in a while, so I'm gonna get those puppies back.
Booking trips takes the LONGEST TIME. Still trying to get spring break under control.
This 24-year-old Turk here is trying to pursue me, asking me out for drinks and whatnot. I feel bad because I'm not really interested, so I keep telling him maybe later. But I've been told by some to give him a chance? Maybe later for real, then.
Kenneth, who's been joking with me about being my pretend boyfriend brought me a chocolate bar, how sweet! And we were going to go have dinner together, but I couldn't wait for him and ended up making dinner for myself before he could go. It's all good.
Nothing really new here.
Julia's little party has made the school get involved, so us in the apartment have to go to one of the supervisor's office tomorrow for an "investigation". Sweet. Considering Erin and I had nothing to do with it, and Julia is scheming to get out of her own problem.
I'm gonna start taking some yoga classes here. I've lost some of my core muscles because I have not danced in a while, so I'm gonna get those puppies back.
Booking trips takes the LONGEST TIME. Still trying to get spring break under control.
This 24-year-old Turk here is trying to pursue me, asking me out for drinks and whatnot. I feel bad because I'm not really interested, so I keep telling him maybe later. But I've been told by some to give him a chance? Maybe later for real, then.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
How Frustrating
So this morning I woke up to a s***-hole. Julia and her friends, at 6:30pm today are STILL picking it up. Some of my food is gone, and we have no toilet paper. Right, right. Cheers.
I left around noon to go to a football match. But, the website gave me the wrong directions, and I ended up in Shenfield. Where is Shenfield? I'll give you an idea: an 30 min. trainride out of London. Sweet.
I tried calling my friends' cells, but they weren't working.
I finally ended up finding out that I was literally on the opposite side of London, perhaps the world, and it took me 2 hours to get to the bloody stadium. I got there 10 minutes before it ended. How nice.
The tube was super congested-full. I'm sick. I'm tired. I'm grumpy (can ya tell?). I'm going to just stay in tonight, I think, do some laundry, read...maybe I'll try to find some cheap n' easy thing to do, something that can let me just cool my jets.
I left around noon to go to a football match. But, the website gave me the wrong directions, and I ended up in Shenfield. Where is Shenfield? I'll give you an idea: an 30 min. trainride out of London. Sweet.
I tried calling my friends' cells, but they weren't working.
I finally ended up finding out that I was literally on the opposite side of London, perhaps the world, and it took me 2 hours to get to the bloody stadium. I got there 10 minutes before it ended. How nice.
The tube was super congested-full. I'm sick. I'm tired. I'm grumpy (can ya tell?). I'm going to just stay in tonight, I think, do some laundry, read...maybe I'll try to find some cheap n' easy thing to do, something that can let me just cool my jets.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
A Turk Night
Another ridiculous night.
So Denysha, Eliana, and I met 2 Turk guys I met on some online thing. They were nice guys, so it was grand, but it was AWKWARD. 1) the guys were 24 & 29. 2) they could not speak english. 3) they were awkward. We went to a pub with them, then we ended up goin to dinner because us girls were starving. We even got desert. The guys did not eat because they were too busy smoking their Malboros. They sure asked some messed up questions, like how does Las Vegas get their water and electricity? They wanted to go out to a club with us, but we bailed.
Just a side note: Oz, the 24-year-old looks JUST LIKE my friend Sam Z. from home. I got flustered because I kept thinking it was Sam, only he had a lower voice, and spoke broken Turk-English . Levent wasn't bad looking either, the 29-year-old.
So we ended up at my place, where my roommate Julia (I say with such affection...bitch) was throwing a kegger. In London. Classy.
We left that quickly, and found some little cafe where they were playing foosball. We hung out there for a while, and then ended up back at the pub Print Works. I hate that place, I say with loving memories. We ended up staying til close because a lot of NYU kids came in and we were dancing. That means, we were dancing with very drunk classmates that we will see in a completely different situation on Monday. Ridiculous.
I got back to my place around 3am, but Julia (someone needs to put a leash on her) decided to continue the kegger. In my suite. Right now. Mind you, I have to wake up in the morning. I could slug her.
OH! but today was lovely! I decided to hit up the Shakespeare Globe Theater. It was remarkable. All outdoor, authentic, really beautiful and vulgar at the same time. I got pictures of that. Then I got lost in South London in little creepy (and OLD) alleyways, to end up in a fish and meat market (Borough Market?). It was thrilling.
So Denysha, Eliana, and I met 2 Turk guys I met on some online thing. They were nice guys, so it was grand, but it was AWKWARD. 1) the guys were 24 & 29. 2) they could not speak english. 3) they were awkward. We went to a pub with them, then we ended up goin to dinner because us girls were starving. We even got desert. The guys did not eat because they were too busy smoking their Malboros. They sure asked some messed up questions, like how does Las Vegas get their water and electricity? They wanted to go out to a club with us, but we bailed.
Just a side note: Oz, the 24-year-old looks JUST LIKE my friend Sam Z. from home. I got flustered because I kept thinking it was Sam, only he had a lower voice, and spoke broken Turk-English . Levent wasn't bad looking either, the 29-year-old.
So we ended up at my place, where my roommate Julia (I say with such affection...bitch) was throwing a kegger. In London. Classy.
We left that quickly, and found some little cafe where they were playing foosball. We hung out there for a while, and then ended up back at the pub Print Works. I hate that place, I say with loving memories. We ended up staying til close because a lot of NYU kids came in and we were dancing. That means, we were dancing with very drunk classmates that we will see in a completely different situation on Monday. Ridiculous.
I got back to my place around 3am, but Julia (someone needs to put a leash on her) decided to continue the kegger. In my suite. Right now. Mind you, I have to wake up in the morning. I could slug her.
OH! but today was lovely! I decided to hit up the Shakespeare Globe Theater. It was remarkable. All outdoor, authentic, really beautiful and vulgar at the same time. I got pictures of that. Then I got lost in South London in little creepy (and OLD) alleyways, to end up in a fish and meat market (Borough Market?). It was thrilling.
Friday, February 10, 2006
Some House-Keeping
I had my interview for Paris (the Stern IBEX program) today. I babbled for 15 minutes over about how much I want to go. She seemed to enjoy me, good. There are only 4 kids out of the entire Stern school admitted to go to Paris, bad.
I made my first dish with fish. It was a lemon-garlic salmon with carmelized onions. It was sooooo delicious. The salmon flaked, but was nice and crunchy on the outside. MMM MMM. How excited am I?!?!
That's all I have to say.
I made my first dish with fish. It was a lemon-garlic salmon with carmelized onions. It was sooooo delicious. The salmon flaked, but was nice and crunchy on the outside. MMM MMM. How excited am I?!?!
That's all I have to say.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Midsummer Night's Dream
I went to see the Royal Shakespeare Company last night.
The play was delightful!
The actors were all British, 1.
2, the costumes and sets were magnificent.
3, the lighting was well done.
4, they performed without microphones.
5, they kept everything in, and included lots of physical comedy.
6, their adaptation was very creative. Puck, instead of some spritely fellow, was a tired old sarcastic man. He was wonderful. Hilarious, poignant, and had wonderful stage abilities.
7, good-looking men. EVERYWHERE.
In the audience, I am ashamed to say, I was oggling at a bunch of private-high school boys. They must've been 17, at most. They were just well dressed, and beautiful. Don't worry, I'm not a pedafile. But damn, they don't make them like that anymore.
As a defense, the NYU row we had was probably the oldest set of people in the theatre. It was all grade-school girls and high school boys.
Oh, and I aced my Marketing project that is 25% of my grade. Go us. The Marketing professor has taken a liking to me, and has asked me to become his "class rep". Whatever that job entails, I haven't a clue. But I'm flattered.
I'm sick again because my roommate Julia decided to get wasted last night and keep the entire building up with drunk calls. How nice of her. We're REALLY close, can ya tell?
I went shopping today for a gym bag and got a cute little hoody, too. I feel SO BRITISH right now.
The play was delightful!
The actors were all British, 1.
2, the costumes and sets were magnificent.
3, the lighting was well done.
4, they performed without microphones.
5, they kept everything in, and included lots of physical comedy.
6, their adaptation was very creative. Puck, instead of some spritely fellow, was a tired old sarcastic man. He was wonderful. Hilarious, poignant, and had wonderful stage abilities.
7, good-looking men. EVERYWHERE.
In the audience, I am ashamed to say, I was oggling at a bunch of private-high school boys. They must've been 17, at most. They were just well dressed, and beautiful. Don't worry, I'm not a pedafile. But damn, they don't make them like that anymore.
As a defense, the NYU row we had was probably the oldest set of people in the theatre. It was all grade-school girls and high school boys.
Oh, and I aced my Marketing project that is 25% of my grade. Go us. The Marketing professor has taken a liking to me, and has asked me to become his "class rep". Whatever that job entails, I haven't a clue. But I'm flattered.
I'm sick again because my roommate Julia decided to get wasted last night and keep the entire building up with drunk calls. How nice of her. We're REALLY close, can ya tell?
I went shopping today for a gym bag and got a cute little hoody, too. I feel SO BRITISH right now.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Wow....
So tonight, Denysha, Eliana and I met at Wagamama's to get some dinner. We had wasabi chocolate fudge cake. It. was. amazing.
Then we walked around for a while, a romantic adventure, if you will.
Then we ended up at a pub (The Print Works). We grabbed some drinks, and targeted our prey. We made it a point to talk to these 2 guys in the corner. Turns out, one lives outside of London, Peter, the other is 50/50 Aussie/British, Damian. They were cute. We had some GOOD TIMES. Eliana got a little.....silly, and shaked her booty a whole lot, you know, to attract them. Denysha and I just chit chatted with them. They were wicked nice. They even bought us drinks! Then Eliana got a little ill, so I went to fetch some water, and I got hit on at the bar by a 100% french man, Fred! He spoke to me mostly in french (!), and then Eliana got me his number (long story).
So the club closed, and we ended up back at their flat just down the block (and oddly enough, really close to where I live). We stayed there for tea, and then finally headed out (at 5am). We swapped numbers. Now, will we see them ever again? Who knows, but it was a blast. And highly interesting.
When I got home, I discovered some Turkish man on Skype is in love with me, and wants me.... and so the story continues...NIGHT!
Then we walked around for a while, a romantic adventure, if you will.
Then we ended up at a pub (The Print Works). We grabbed some drinks, and targeted our prey. We made it a point to talk to these 2 guys in the corner. Turns out, one lives outside of London, Peter, the other is 50/50 Aussie/British, Damian. They were cute. We had some GOOD TIMES. Eliana got a little.....silly, and shaked her booty a whole lot, you know, to attract them. Denysha and I just chit chatted with them. They were wicked nice. They even bought us drinks! Then Eliana got a little ill, so I went to fetch some water, and I got hit on at the bar by a 100% french man, Fred! He spoke to me mostly in french (!), and then Eliana got me his number (long story).
So the club closed, and we ended up back at their flat just down the block (and oddly enough, really close to where I live). We stayed there for tea, and then finally headed out (at 5am). We swapped numbers. Now, will we see them ever again? Who knows, but it was a blast. And highly interesting.
When I got home, I discovered some Turkish man on Skype is in love with me, and wants me.... and so the story continues...NIGHT!
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Next Time I'm Going to a Pub...
This afternoon I went to the University of London's Senate House and read until they closed.
Tonight Eliana, Denysha, and I went to a club called Play Bar. We got there wicked early. They served us orange-flavored M&Ms. Odd, but good.
Then the bass started, it was very similar to last weekend, only a lot more of an ethnic mix, a little less classier, and smaller. Ok, the music was similar, and that was about it...
Then when the club started, I realized that I'm not much fond of clubs. They're too booty-bouncing sexually-inclined-weirdos for me. I'm much more into the whole laid-back pub atmosphere "scene". Where I can wear my chucks, my jeans, and my very modest shirts. Nothing too hoochy-mama-ish. Granted, Eliana and Denysha always look great and very refined, but the other girls?! HOO-WEE! Damn! I think it'd be more efficient to just go naked!
We saw a very trashed indian girl go from drunk, to wasted, to throwing up into assorted glasses, to trashed, to dancing and making out with her boyfriend. It was special.
I left early. I had grown a big headache from the extreme bass, and I felt really out of place anyways.
Tonight Eliana, Denysha, and I went to a club called Play Bar. We got there wicked early. They served us orange-flavored M&Ms. Odd, but good.
Then the bass started, it was very similar to last weekend, only a lot more of an ethnic mix, a little less classier, and smaller. Ok, the music was similar, and that was about it...
Then when the club started, I realized that I'm not much fond of clubs. They're too booty-bouncing sexually-inclined-weirdos for me. I'm much more into the whole laid-back pub atmosphere "scene". Where I can wear my chucks, my jeans, and my very modest shirts. Nothing too hoochy-mama-ish. Granted, Eliana and Denysha always look great and very refined, but the other girls?! HOO-WEE! Damn! I think it'd be more efficient to just go naked!
We saw a very trashed indian girl go from drunk, to wasted, to throwing up into assorted glasses, to trashed, to dancing and making out with her boyfriend. It was special.
I left early. I had grown a big headache from the extreme bass, and I felt really out of place anyways.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
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