Thursday, the 29th
In
celebration of my 1 week retirement from class, I slept in until noon
today. I really shouldn’t spoil myself
so much but this was a note-worthy point in my life. Liam, fat sweaty dude, Joyce, Yates…I am
doing fine without you, but thanks for the concern. As usual, we moseyed over to the computer lab
to update our fan clubs on facebook…Aaron wants to get weird today…Jay and I
are down. Like the lat 2 Thursdays, we
intended to do some essays today…but were unable to focus because of 4 loud-ass
Irish douchers in the computer lab…and then they said, “Jabroni.” Aha ha ha ha
haaa…this guy is too much.
Wait,
the deadline for the essay is moved to Sunday…lets bounce. We go back to the apartment and cook a grand
feast once again…we have about 20 pounds of potatoes and two days to eat them
all…o boy. Potato casserole, boom…8 potatoes…fried
potatoes…5 more. Doug, yes, the potato
famine is over…that was a long time ago.
After
the potato feast, we donned our best Liam outfits, basically showing as much
chest as possible while keeping at least on button attached. Sorry Liam, we looked way better doing
it. While walking the streets, we passed
the London Brigade. We joined forced and
began our quest for the death star…rather any Thursday night hot-spot. We were warned that An Brog was infested with
a bad metal band…we passed and went onto the Catwalk, Dan’s cougar haven. Sorry boys, nobody here other than 2 crazy
Irishmen. Two tequila shots and were
out…off to Old Oak. Last week, no bueno
at Old Oak, this week, lots of bueno. I
am not a math major but I like to consider myself highly proficient in the
field of mathematics. I have a 20 Euro
note. I order a 4 Euro drink. I pay with said 20 Euro note, and receive
back a 10 Euro note, two 5 Euro notes, and a Euro coin. After some calculations, I believe I have
gained 1 Euro…any errors? Seems like
Gollum wasn’t the only one giving me free shots this trips.
We
met 2 drunken Swiss dudes, English was not their thing, Swiss is not
ours…communication breakdown. Spilling
Irish cider hopefully is a compliment in the Swiss culture, or else dick move
on their part. Anyway, wouldn’t be a
night without some dancing...this time there are cameras on the dance floor,
recording a little more than just the dance…interesting angles camera man.
Call
me crazy, but tonight, I think we skipped the drunchies…we did not skip staying
up until late though…4:30, I am seeing a lot of you often.
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