Well, people...it's been a long time since I've written anything in here. Trust me, it's no disregard to you or anyone else, but more of a disregard on my part for anything outside of London. Without internet, it's been extremely difficult to run to somewhere with internet access every night to update my blog, however that doesn't really give justification for over two weeks without an update. And for that I give my greatest apologies.
Since there's a lot of catching up to do, I will highlight the weekends since those are definitely the most eventful parts of the week. Keep in mind that the weekdays between the weekends always consist of at least one all-nighter to catch up on papers and reading, at least 2-3 of the nights spent in a London Club, 2 days per week are spent in class, one day per week (Wednesday) is usually spent on some sort of small excursion such as Brixton, Notting Hill, Museums, etc, and lots of the nights are spent saying that we're going to go have dinner in a pub and just have "one beer". As we all know, that never works out.
Before I talk about the weekends, I want to throw at you some pictures from a ride I took on the London Eye.
Since there's a lot of catching up to do, I will highlight the weekends since those are definitely the most eventful parts of the week. Keep in mind that the weekdays between the weekends always consist of at least one all-nighter to catch up on papers and reading, at least 2-3 of the nights spent in a London Club, 2 days per week are spent in class, one day per week (Wednesday) is usually spent on some sort of small excursion such as Brixton, Notting Hill, Museums, etc, and lots of the nights are spent saying that we're going to go have dinner in a pub and just have "one beer". As we all know, that never works out.
Before I talk about the weekends, I want to throw at you some pictures from a ride I took on the London Eye.
The London Eye at night [for those of you who were not familiar with it]. This spectacle can also be seen outside of my dorm window. BE JEALOUS!
London Skyline. Yeah that's right...I live here.
Sir Benjamin Maximus
GORGEOUS.
Jon [aka yon-yon] questioning his existence at the site of big ben.
Jess has a strange obsession with squishing monuments.
It's a bit depressing how there's nobody in my pictures besides Jess and Jon...but I wouldn't want it any other way.
Just like Cedar Point - I took a picture of the picture that they took of us one the eye, and then got yelled at by the person working. From left to right - Kelsey, Melanie, me, Jess, Jon.Alright, with that out of the way we can move on. I left you last by explaining that I was heading out to Stratford, birthplace of William Shakespeare. Unfortunately, I don't have any pictures from that weekend because my camera was dead as a doornail and I stupidly forgot to charge it. However, I do have stories.
Stratford - weekend of 07/11/2008
Stratford basically consisted of walking around a quaint, small town admiring the nostalgic values layed out before me. Upon arrival (which I am glad I am able to say considering I was the last person on the bus at 8am, and wouldn't have even made the bus if it wasn't for Mark pounding on my door in the morning), I was quite excited to visit the Shakespeare landmarks. After touring his childhood home and visiting the Shakespeare museum, however, I was definitely ready for a change. But what could we do? We were in a town dedicated and devoted to one man that we were already sick of hearing about. Well, we did what anyone would do, I suppose. My friends Jon, Mark and I decided to kick it sixteenth century style and become the token town drunkards. For the most part, you are able to drink in public (legal open intox) anywhere in England, but for some reason Stratford has laws against this. They must see this type of thing happen everyday - tourists coming into see the town, visiting the few things there are to do, and then left with nothing to do but drink since you have already made reservations to stay the night.
We stayed at a cute Bed and Breakfast that had a policy of not intruding on your privacy for the duration of your stay so that you can feel more at home. It was nice, but the room got a bit messy. Our stay in Stratford was entirely too long, and near the end we had absolutely nothing to do. Everybody on our trip was either walking around and complaining or in a pub. Regardless, we still had a great time. After all, it's the people you're with, not necessarily the environment, right? Well, I wish I would have known that before I dropped ten pounds on a horse race for Cesare. Not a smart move on my part.
Dublin, Ireland - weekend of 07/19/2008.
Well, let's just say that the start of my dublin trip proved to be one of the worst travel experiences of my life. The night before, about 8 of us, including our Resident Advisor in the dorms, Ben, went out to a club in Camden called the Underworld. It was eighties night, and it proved to be a very good time. The night packed full of drinking and dancing pretty much....didn't end. I decided (with the help of Ben's pressure) that I should rather stay up all night and then head out rather than get a couple of hours of miserable sleep that teases my body. Our flight went out at 6:15 or so, and we knew it would take quite a while to get to the airport. When Mark and I were all ready to leave, we realized something we hadn't thought of - that the tube doesn't run at four o'clock in the morning. UGH. So, long story short...we called a taxi which took 15 minutes, he drove us to the train station, upon arrival at the train station we missed the train and had to wait another 15 minutes for the next one to arrive, and upon arrival at the airport we realized that we had missed our check-in time by 15 minutes. SO...we had to pay a fee and hop on the next train. To top all of this off, we [stupidly] decided that we needed some sort of hangover remedy besides three gallons of water, a vitamin and ibuprofen, so we ate McDonald's...and they were not selling breakfast for some reason. So that big mac was sitting in my stomach the duration of the trip, and trust me, it was not sitting well.
BUT we eventually got to Dublin. Except when we got off of the plane, we missed the #14 bus to Downtown by about 8 seconds and had to wait another 20 minutes for the next. At this point, all we could do was laugh. We eventually met up with our other friends who had come into Dublin on Friday, the night before, and enjoyed a few pints of guinness and a delicious Turkey dinner (in the morning!) After an aggravating period of time of people stressing out about where they want to stay, how much they want to pay, whether the hostel is too dodgy, whether the hotel is out of the way, whether or not they're allowed to stay in the same room as another boy because their boyfriend may get mad, etc..........we finally found an inexpensive hotel in a fantastic location downtown.
The first day, we went to the Guinness factory. When I was in Dublin before, we didn't tour the Guinness storehouse, so I was excited to this time. Unfortunately, I didn't have my camera in Dublin due to the stressful rush of the start of my trip, but I did take lots with my friend's camera, so once i receive them from her, I
will post them up.
Stratford - weekend of 07/11/2008
Stratford basically consisted of walking around a quaint, small town admiring the nostalgic values layed out before me. Upon arrival (which I am glad I am able to say considering I was the last person on the bus at 8am, and wouldn't have even made the bus if it wasn't for Mark pounding on my door in the morning), I was quite excited to visit the Shakespeare landmarks. After touring his childhood home and visiting the Shakespeare museum, however, I was definitely ready for a change. But what could we do? We were in a town dedicated and devoted to one man that we were already sick of hearing about. Well, we did what anyone would do, I suppose. My friends Jon, Mark and I decided to kick it sixteenth century style and become the token town drunkards. For the most part, you are able to drink in public (legal open intox) anywhere in England, but for some reason Stratford has laws against this. They must see this type of thing happen everyday - tourists coming into see the town, visiting the few things there are to do, and then left with nothing to do but drink since you have already made reservations to stay the night.
We stayed at a cute Bed and Breakfast that had a policy of not intruding on your privacy for the duration of your stay so that you can feel more at home. It was nice, but the room got a bit messy. Our stay in Stratford was entirely too long, and near the end we had absolutely nothing to do. Everybody on our trip was either walking around and complaining or in a pub. Regardless, we still had a great time. After all, it's the people you're with, not necessarily the environment, right? Well, I wish I would have known that before I dropped ten pounds on a horse race for Cesare. Not a smart move on my part.
Dublin, Ireland - weekend of 07/19/2008.
Well, let's just say that the start of my dublin trip proved to be one of the worst travel experiences of my life. The night before, about 8 of us, including our Resident Advisor in the dorms, Ben, went out to a club in Camden called the Underworld. It was eighties night, and it proved to be a very good time. The night packed full of drinking and dancing pretty much....didn't end. I decided (with the help of Ben's pressure) that I should rather stay up all night and then head out rather than get a couple of hours of miserable sleep that teases my body. Our flight went out at 6:15 or so, and we knew it would take quite a while to get to the airport. When Mark and I were all ready to leave, we realized something we hadn't thought of - that the tube doesn't run at four o'clock in the morning. UGH. So, long story short...we called a taxi which took 15 minutes, he drove us to the train station, upon arrival at the train station we missed the train and had to wait another 15 minutes for the next one to arrive, and upon arrival at the airport we realized that we had missed our check-in time by 15 minutes. SO...we had to pay a fee and hop on the next train. To top all of this off, we [stupidly] decided that we needed some sort of hangover remedy besides three gallons of water, a vitamin and ibuprofen, so we ate McDonald's...and they were not selling breakfast for some reason. So that big mac was sitting in my stomach the duration of the trip, and trust me, it was not sitting well.
BUT we eventually got to Dublin. Except when we got off of the plane, we missed the #14 bus to Downtown by about 8 seconds and had to wait another 20 minutes for the next. At this point, all we could do was laugh. We eventually met up with our other friends who had come into Dublin on Friday, the night before, and enjoyed a few pints of guinness and a delicious Turkey dinner (in the morning!) After an aggravating period of time of people stressing out about where they want to stay, how much they want to pay, whether the hostel is too dodgy, whether the hotel is out of the way, whether or not they're allowed to stay in the same room as another boy because their boyfriend may get mad, etc..........we finally found an inexpensive hotel in a fantastic location downtown.
The first day, we went to the Guinness factory. When I was in Dublin before, we didn't tour the Guinness storehouse, so I was excited to this time. Unfortunately, I didn't have my camera in Dublin due to the stressful rush of the start of my trip, but I did take lots with my friend's camera, so once i receive them from her, I
will post them up.We went to the Temple Bar later that night after a day full of wandering, drinking, and talking to interesting locals, which was absolutely crazy. I went there before with my Dad, Papa, Uncle Dixon, his bro-in-law Dale, and Steve, but this time was much crazier for some reason. From what I remember, a well drink cost me 15 euro, and a Carlsberg cost me 8 euro. Absolutely....ridiculous. It was so packed that it was nearly impossible to even move, and even lifting your arm to drink seemed a difficult task. However, the experience was worth it.
The next day consisted of walking around, visiting Grafton Street, spontaneously stopping in pubs, and doing a bit-o-shopping. We ended up going to a place called the Porterhouse Brewery. I didn't realize it when I first walked in, but we had gone here when we were in Dublin before. I quickly noticed this, and asked them for the beer menu because I remember them having an amazing selection. Since we were all broke at this point, we decided to pick out which beers to drink quite like how I choose wine - find the highest alcohol content. More bang for your buck, I guess you could say. Let's just say that we didn't intend on this pub being our last destination for the night, but it somehow happened that way.
Our flight went out at 6:45am, and so we were out of the hotel by about 4am. This time, our travels went smoothly and we were home before we knew it. I was fairly depressed when we were traveling home, but once we got into London, a sense of "home" overwhelmingly struck my body, and I realized I had missed the city quite a lot.
Wessex - weekend of 07/25/2008
So this weekend ended up being by far the busiest weekend I have had yet in England, but we did A LOT. And this time...I have pictures!
We jumped on our coach outside of our dorm bright and early in the morning, and we went directly to Bristol. In Bristol, we went to the British Empire and Commonwealth Museum, and went through their featured exhibit "Breaking the Chains". It was quite an eye-opener, and directly correlated with two of my classes and the readings - dealing with the Black British experience and European subjugation during and after slavery. As always, I'm pretty sure Jess and I were the last ones out of the museum due to our nerdiness.
After our short stop, we headed directly to Bath to check out the city and to see the Roman Baths. Pictures of Bath:
The next day consisted of walking around, visiting Grafton Street, spontaneously stopping in pubs, and doing a bit-o-shopping. We ended up going to a place called the Porterhouse Brewery. I didn't realize it when I first walked in, but we had gone here when we were in Dublin before. I quickly noticed this, and asked them for the beer menu because I remember them having an amazing selection. Since we were all broke at this point, we decided to pick out which beers to drink quite like how I choose wine - find the highest alcohol content. More bang for your buck, I guess you could say. Let's just say that we didn't intend on this pub being our last destination for the night, but it somehow happened that way.
Our flight went out at 6:45am, and so we were out of the hotel by about 4am. This time, our travels went smoothly and we were home before we knew it. I was fairly depressed when we were traveling home, but once we got into London, a sense of "home" overwhelmingly struck my body, and I realized I had missed the city quite a lot.
Wessex - weekend of 07/25/2008
So this weekend ended up being by far the busiest weekend I have had yet in England, but we did A LOT. And this time...I have pictures!
We jumped on our coach outside of our dorm bright and early in the morning, and we went directly to Bristol. In Bristol, we went to the British Empire and Commonwealth Museum, and went through their featured exhibit "Breaking the Chains". It was quite an eye-opener, and directly correlated with two of my classes and the readings - dealing with the Black British experience and European subjugation during and after slavery. As always, I'm pretty sure Jess and I were the last ones out of the museum due to our nerdiness.
After our short stop, we headed directly to Bath to check out the city and to see the Roman Baths. Pictures of Bath:
Roman Bath Area
For some reason, there were pigs all over the city. On buildings, overlooking roads, on the sidewalks....everywhere. All painted and decorated differently.
On the balcony looking down into the main part of the Roman Bath.
Bath is an amazingly beautiful city.
Some English countryside while waiting for a cab.
Jess has an extremely dirty sense of humour.
Yes & Yon Dancing at The Mole - A club in BathWe stayed overnight at the University of Bath in their dorms, and we all had our own rooms. Nice, right?! In the morning, we left Bath and headed for Glastonbury in Somerset. Glastonbury is home of the Glastonbury Abbey and Tor. The city, for some reason, is also home to countless witchcraft and wizardry shops, which I am guessing is due party to a backlash of the strong religious presence found in the city. Pictures:
When we got there, we discovered that there was a Crop Circle Symposium going on, and the people surrounding the symposium looked straight out of a seventies comic strip. I wanted to go in so bad...
The ancient ruins of the Glastonbury Abbey - a holy church dating back 2000 years, and also the burial place of King Arthur and Queen Guinevere. It was also one of the largest monk establishments.
This is my friend Mark, who pulled the sword out of the stone and was forever hailed as King of England. Our tour guide not only wore the appropriate costume, but he galloped from place to place making horse noises to authenticate the experience.
When we got there, we discovered that there was a Crop Circle Symposium going on, and the people surrounding the symposium looked straight out of a seventies comic strip. I wanted to go in so bad...
The ancient ruins of the Glastonbury Abbey - a holy church dating back 2000 years, and also the burial place of King Arthur and Queen Guinevere. It was also one of the largest monk establishments.
This is my friend Mark, who pulled the sword out of the stone and was forever hailed as King of England. Our tour guide not only wore the appropriate costume, but he galloped from place to place making horse noises to authenticate the experience.
In fact, here's a video for you showing him gallop to the next stop.
After walking around the Abbey, we walked to the top of The Tor, which gave us an absolutely amazing view of the English countryside. Here are pictures:
View of the Tor from the Abbey ruins. It's the tall building on top of the tall hill.
Walking up to the top of the Tor
Almost....there.....
About halfway up the pathway to the tor.
View from the top!
Jess not looking extremely awkward in a picture!
Words and pictures truly can't describe the feeling of being up there. It was truly exhilerating.
The city was full of really colorful flowers and well-kept gardens.After a meal at a delicious pizza join, we headed out of Glastonbury for Sherborne Castle in Dorset. It was absolutely gorgeous. PICTURES!
The entrance to the castle.
Relaxing in the yard.
View from the side yard.
View across the pond. The ruins of the old castle are barely visible in the distance.
So, so peaceful.
Stacy, Mark & Jess in front of the castle.
Across the pond. The castle can be seen in the background (but it's a bit flooded by light)
The ruins of the old castle. They make you pay another fee in order to get over the bridge and through the gate in order to see the ruins, but I took it upon myself to climb the really tall stone wall and stand on top of it in order to get a good picture. Much worth it, I'd say. The beauty of the picture definitely outweighs the scrapes on my arms and shins.
The entrance to the castle.
Relaxing in the yard.
View from the side yard.
View across the pond. The ruins of the old castle are barely visible in the distance.
So, so peaceful.
Stacy, Mark & Jess in front of the castle.
Across the pond. The castle can be seen in the background (but it's a bit flooded by light)
The ruins of the old castle. They make you pay another fee in order to get over the bridge and through the gate in order to see the ruins, but I took it upon myself to climb the really tall stone wall and stand on top of it in order to get a good picture. Much worth it, I'd say. The beauty of the picture definitely outweighs the scrapes on my arms and shins.We left Dorset and headed for Yoteville, an extremely small town with an interesting nightlife. I'm still not quite sure why we went to stay in Yoteville, but just as Stratford, we crashed the small town and had a great time. We went to a small music venue/club located right outside the hotel we stayed at (called the Globetrobber Hotel) called the Orange Box, but when we got there we realized that the ONLY people in the venue were the 25 people from our trip. I talked to the bartender, Becky, for a long time, and she told me that they were actually closing before we walked in and kept them open for another hour or two. You're welcome, Yoteville. We crashed a couple more clubs that night before finally finding out beds and getting a few hours of rest in before we headed out in the morning.
Per usual, we headed out early in the morning, and per usual over half of our group was in agonizing pain and fear of any sort of light and consciousness. Sometimes a long night of drinking will do that, I suppose. We headed out for Dorchester in the morning, which is another quaint town full of small shops, parks, and museums (including a DINOSAUR MUSEUM and the Teddy Bear Museum!!!!). Jess and I were both in the same boat that morning [overly hot, unshowered, migraines, stomach/hunger pains, and a difficulty standing up for lengthy periods, so we decided to split off from the group and find somewhere to just....sit.
We ended up finding a really nice, EXTREMELY COLD river behind the main part of town to sit, relax, and cool off. In fact, I even showered in it. I got a pretty nasty eye from the local passerbyers.
I half-expected there to be protesters at Stonehenge.
It was amazing to see this in person.
Per usual, we headed out early in the morning, and per usual over half of our group was in agonizing pain and fear of any sort of light and consciousness. Sometimes a long night of drinking will do that, I suppose. We headed out for Dorchester in the morning, which is another quaint town full of small shops, parks, and museums (including a DINOSAUR MUSEUM and the Teddy Bear Museum!!!!). Jess and I were both in the same boat that morning [overly hot, unshowered, migraines, stomach/hunger pains, and a difficulty standing up for lengthy periods, so we decided to split off from the group and find somewhere to just....sit.
We ended up finding a really nice, EXTREMELY COLD river behind the main part of town to sit, relax, and cool off. In fact, I even showered in it. I got a pretty nasty eye from the local passerbyers.After a couple of hours in Dorchester, we headed out for Stonehenge!
I half-expected there to be protesters at Stonehenge.
It was amazing to see this in person.
I'm so glad we were given audio tour-guide things, or else I would have just walked around and saw...rocks. Also, I probably wouldn't be this excited! [mind the midrift, pls]
After Stonehenge, we traveled to Salisbury for dinner. Even though I was the last person to get my meal, and there was a mix-up with orders, so they told us that I wasn't going to even get a meal, and even though I was unable to get what I originally ordered, it was delicious.
After that we headed home and FINALLY returned back to London around 10pm or so. Just in time to pass out due to the business of the weekend. And catch up on sober sleep.
LONDON - weekend of 08/01/2008
This was the first weekend that I have actually spent in London. I know...strange, right? It was pretty crazy, but I have no pictures to back up anything [so I could definitely be lying to you]. I don't have a case for my camera, and I don't much like to bring it out to clubs in case something happens to it (since it doesn't even belong to me!), so I just usually use Jess's camera in hopes of retrieving the pictures at a later date.
Anyway, on Thursday a group of us went to a Rave Club called The End, which felt like you were on some sort of drug even if you weren't. Nothing but strobe lights, smoke, laser-like beams shining in your eyes, fast techno, and overpriced drinks. The perfect mix for a night full of sweaty dancing.
Friday, after I finished writing my paper, we went to a venue / club called KOKO in Camden. I'm not sure how many of you are familiar with the Camden reputation, but let's just say it's full of alternative, pseud-punk, pretentious music-loving hipsters...low and behold, I love it. I met up with a good friend form high school who is doing an internship here, Ashley Karnowski [as seen in the pictre ripped from facebook]. It's always great to see her. The bands were actually decent (in my opinion), and they played some fantastic indie dance music between and after sets, which was grrrrreat. Outside of the club, I spent about an hour and a half talking to a few girls from London, but mainly to a 6'2" girl from Denmark named Kimie. It was nice to exchange stories with her, and I found out that my last name is...as she says...the "Smith" of Denmark - meaning, very, very common. She also told me that it's pronounced /y-ahhh-n-son/ - much like a German would pronounce "Johnson". good to know, but now when I pronounce my name with the Americanized hard "J", I feel like I'm cheating my heritage and giving in to the man.
Saturday, after a split-second decision on the tube, Jess, Jon, Kelsey and I jumped off at Leceister Square, and ended up at a club called Metra. It was a bit different than the clubs we usually go to [pretty posh club full of....very posh people] and very overpriced drinks. We were promised free shots of tequila upon our entry, and then denied the shots because it was "after midnight." Too bad they've never dealt with Evan. I bitched at the manager for 5 minutes, after speaking to multiple people to get to the manager, and we eventually received out shots. Phew. Even though we told each other we would NOT...I REPEAT NOT...go to Burger King after the club, we darted right ouf of the club early in the morning and went into Burger King directly across the street....Later that night, we met a guy who seemed to be very nice. He was from Hawaii, and he was telling us about a play he is in. Later to find out that he is gay, and was definitely trying to get into my pants. Not the first time I have found this happening and had to apologize. I give off a strange vibe, apparently. It's a curse.
Sunday was quite possibly one of the most ridiculous days I have ever had in my life. Some people on another study abroad trip from MSU told us about a place called "Church" in Kentish Town. All I knew was that it was very dirty, it went only from noon until four pm, that people dressed crazy, and that they gave you beer in bags. All of these things happened, and much, much more....
I will not go into extreme detail of what happened in this club because it truly can't be expressed in words. Imagine the absolute craziest spring break you could ever imagine, mardigras, halloween, and a huge new year's party all wrapped up and lived out in four hours. That's honestly all I can say. Here is their website, but I warn you only to visit it if you are tolerant of such a place. It's definitely NOT PG.
Well, that pretty much wraps up so far. After the club, we went to a pub called O'Neill's, grabbed a pint and some delicious food, and then took the fattest nap ever.
This is my last week here in London, and it's definitely going to be the busiest. I have two final papers, one exam, one paper proposal with research, and countless events to attend. On top of attending the classes themselves. Oh, also I have a couple books to read. All I can do is look forward to Thursday - the day when all of the work ends. The day when I can finally feel free of obligation. But until then, I will be pulling all-nighters and not having much fun at all....what a way to spend your last week, huh?
I fly home in less than a week - on Saturday, August 9.
I miss all of you and my friends tons, but I have to admit that I'm definitely not looking forward to rearranging my life and living in the states again. It's going to take quite some time to get into the......groove of things. Oh, well.
Talk to you all soon,
evan.
After that we headed home and FINALLY returned back to London around 10pm or so. Just in time to pass out due to the business of the weekend. And catch up on sober sleep.
LONDON - weekend of 08/01/2008
This was the first weekend that I have actually spent in London. I know...strange, right? It was pretty crazy, but I have no pictures to back up anything [so I could definitely be lying to you]. I don't have a case for my camera, and I don't much like to bring it out to clubs in case something happens to it (since it doesn't even belong to me!), so I just usually use Jess's camera in hopes of retrieving the pictures at a later date.
Anyway, on Thursday a group of us went to a Rave Club called The End, which felt like you were on some sort of drug even if you weren't. Nothing but strobe lights, smoke, laser-like beams shining in your eyes, fast techno, and overpriced drinks. The perfect mix for a night full of sweaty dancing.
Friday, after I finished writing my paper, we went to a venue / club called KOKO in Camden. I'm not sure how many of you are familiar with the Camden reputation, but let's just say it's full of alternative, pseud-punk, pretentious music-loving hipsters...low and behold, I love it. I met up with a good friend form high school who is doing an internship here, Ashley Karnowski [as seen in the pictre ripped from facebook]. It's always great to see her. The bands were actually decent (in my opinion), and they played some fantastic indie dance music between and after sets, which was grrrrreat. Outside of the club, I spent about an hour and a half talking to a few girls from London, but mainly to a 6'2" girl from Denmark named Kimie. It was nice to exchange stories with her, and I found out that my last name is...as she says...the "Smith" of Denmark - meaning, very, very common. She also told me that it's pronounced /y-ahhh-n-son/ - much like a German would pronounce "Johnson". good to know, but now when I pronounce my name with the Americanized hard "J", I feel like I'm cheating my heritage and giving in to the man.
Saturday, after a split-second decision on the tube, Jess, Jon, Kelsey and I jumped off at Leceister Square, and ended up at a club called Metra. It was a bit different than the clubs we usually go to [pretty posh club full of....very posh people] and very overpriced drinks. We were promised free shots of tequila upon our entry, and then denied the shots because it was "after midnight." Too bad they've never dealt with Evan. I bitched at the manager for 5 minutes, after speaking to multiple people to get to the manager, and we eventually received out shots. Phew. Even though we told each other we would NOT...I REPEAT NOT...go to Burger King after the club, we darted right ouf of the club early in the morning and went into Burger King directly across the street....Later that night, we met a guy who seemed to be very nice. He was from Hawaii, and he was telling us about a play he is in. Later to find out that he is gay, and was definitely trying to get into my pants. Not the first time I have found this happening and had to apologize. I give off a strange vibe, apparently. It's a curse.
Sunday was quite possibly one of the most ridiculous days I have ever had in my life. Some people on another study abroad trip from MSU told us about a place called "Church" in Kentish Town. All I knew was that it was very dirty, it went only from noon until four pm, that people dressed crazy, and that they gave you beer in bags. All of these things happened, and much, much more....
I will not go into extreme detail of what happened in this club because it truly can't be expressed in words. Imagine the absolute craziest spring break you could ever imagine, mardigras, halloween, and a huge new year's party all wrapped up and lived out in four hours. That's honestly all I can say. Here is their website, but I warn you only to visit it if you are tolerant of such a place. It's definitely NOT PG.
Well, that pretty much wraps up so far. After the club, we went to a pub called O'Neill's, grabbed a pint and some delicious food, and then took the fattest nap ever.
This is my last week here in London, and it's definitely going to be the busiest. I have two final papers, one exam, one paper proposal with research, and countless events to attend. On top of attending the classes themselves. Oh, also I have a couple books to read. All I can do is look forward to Thursday - the day when all of the work ends. The day when I can finally feel free of obligation. But until then, I will be pulling all-nighters and not having much fun at all....what a way to spend your last week, huh?
I fly home in less than a week - on Saturday, August 9.
I miss all of you and my friends tons, but I have to admit that I'm definitely not looking forward to rearranging my life and living in the states again. It's going to take quite some time to get into the......groove of things. Oh, well.
Talk to you all soon,
evan.
3 comments:
sounds like you've been pretty bored, huh
First of all I figured I'd write something...just to make you happy: )
Second...it's Yeovil...
Third...why do you insist on posting all of the most awkward pictures of me possible?..or are they all just awkward?
Fourth...we only have a few more days : (
Yes, it's so boring in london! I just wanna be back in Michigan!
psht. just kidding. but i do miss you, sheppy...
Jess - Yeovil? wtf??
Most all of your pictures are awkward, just as mine are creepy.
And don't remind me of how much time we have left, it's quite depressing..
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