Second night in Brighton, important.
Last night was my second night in Brighton. The events of the evening can only be described as
1. Meet two international students, a beautiful Lithuanian boy named Ed and his Albanian friend (insert name here) in East Slope Pub.
2. Find out that the Lithuanian and the Albanian are going into town for dancing.
3. They offer to bring me and Jackie along. Free ride into town.
4. The Lithuanian is beautiful.
5. The Albanian gets into a club for free (we find out he's loaded, as well as the Lithuanian) while Jackie, the Lithuanian, and I are stuck outside.
6. We find PADDY, a DJ who had introduced himself to Jackie and I the night before who also happens to be in LOVE with Californians, and he hooks us up and gets the three of us in for free as well.
8. We meet a girl from Canada who loves Americans and proceeds to introduce us to her DJ boyfriend. Contact information promptly exchanged.
7. The foreigners keep offering to buy us drinks. We refuse and dance the night away.
8. The Lithuanian takes interest in me and proceeds to hold my hand, kiss my cheeks, etc. for the rest of the night. He wants a kiss but I'm smarter than that (though I wish I could understand him better--his accent is a mixture of Lithuanian and proper English).
9. Jackie and I go outside for a moment and catch Paddy leaving. He hands us two VIP passes to HoneyComb, voted the 14th best club in the WORLD.
10. We take the foreigners and proceed to HoneyComb. Jackie and I get in for free. Unfortunately, the foreigners have to pay.
11. As the night ends, we catch the foreigners singing "Rhythm is a dancer" and decide they are sufficiently inebriated (well, the Lithuanian, not the designated Albanian driver).
12. As the Lithuanian tries to fix my messy messy hair, I tell him to stop because there's no hope for it. A random European stranger (male) tells me I'm gorgeous.
13. The night comes to an end and the foreigners deliver us directly to our door -- meaning we don't have to walk up the hill to Noorwich dormitory.
I get home at 4AM, smelling of sweat and cigarettes, eat some leftover cheesy pasta, take a shower, and go to sleep.
Woken up at 9AM by screaming children in the daycare right under my second story window.
Hardly an apt description of my second night in Brighton, I'd like to think that the events of last night foretell some promising experiences this summer.
Furthermore, I encountered the beautiful Lithuanian in the computer lab this morning: I sat across from him without knowing. Fortunately, he greeted me--a pretty sure sign that he remembers who I am.
I hope you are all doing well. If you're reading this, I probably miss you.
I found stationary so I'll start writing.
Now, I need stamps.
1. Meet two international students, a beautiful Lithuanian boy named Ed and his Albanian friend (insert name here) in East Slope Pub.
2. Find out that the Lithuanian and the Albanian are going into town for dancing.
3. They offer to bring me and Jackie along. Free ride into town.
4. The Lithuanian is beautiful.
5. The Albanian gets into a club for free (we find out he's loaded, as well as the Lithuanian) while Jackie, the Lithuanian, and I are stuck outside.
6. We find PADDY, a DJ who had introduced himself to Jackie and I the night before who also happens to be in LOVE with Californians, and he hooks us up and gets the three of us in for free as well.
8. We meet a girl from Canada who loves Americans and proceeds to introduce us to her DJ boyfriend. Contact information promptly exchanged.
7. The foreigners keep offering to buy us drinks. We refuse and dance the night away.
8. The Lithuanian takes interest in me and proceeds to hold my hand, kiss my cheeks, etc. for the rest of the night. He wants a kiss but I'm smarter than that (though I wish I could understand him better--his accent is a mixture of Lithuanian and proper English).
9. Jackie and I go outside for a moment and catch Paddy leaving. He hands us two VIP passes to HoneyComb, voted the 14th best club in the WORLD.
10. We take the foreigners and proceed to HoneyComb. Jackie and I get in for free. Unfortunately, the foreigners have to pay.
11. As the night ends, we catch the foreigners singing "Rhythm is a dancer" and decide they are sufficiently inebriated (well, the Lithuanian, not the designated Albanian driver).
12. As the Lithuanian tries to fix my messy messy hair, I tell him to stop because there's no hope for it. A random European stranger (male) tells me I'm gorgeous.
13. The night comes to an end and the foreigners deliver us directly to our door -- meaning we don't have to walk up the hill to Noorwich dormitory.
I get home at 4AM, smelling of sweat and cigarettes, eat some leftover cheesy pasta, take a shower, and go to sleep.
Woken up at 9AM by screaming children in the daycare right under my second story window.
Hardly an apt description of my second night in Brighton, I'd like to think that the events of last night foretell some promising experiences this summer.
Furthermore, I encountered the beautiful Lithuanian in the computer lab this morning: I sat across from him without knowing. Fortunately, he greeted me--a pretty sure sign that he remembers who I am.
I hope you are all doing well. If you're reading this, I probably miss you.
I found stationary so I'll start writing.
Now, I need stamps.