Out of control!!
Holy shit, Scotland. If there was one night to somewhat some up the nights....it is this: I threw up for an entire day, and then that night finished a bottle of Absinthe. Like whoa...
It wasn't just getting drunk though...it was being with my best friends...meeting AMAZING new people, seeing a fucking castle, going to a whiskey museum (try not to drink too fast), walking down Prince Street what seemed like a million times, doing the Royal Mile...at least a quarter of it, 50 pence shots...enough said, collecting tiny posters, eating haggas (sp?) with Thanksgiving dinner, refusing to believe in jet lag - maybe I didn't do such a good job with that one, but they still got my lazy ass up, going to a freaking Scottish dance?!?! Kaylee (sp?), watching a rugby game in a pub, FISH AND CHIPS...enough reason to go back, non-fried-pan-fried chicken, racing to finish a not-so-good in-fight meal, and the list could go on forever...
The usual crazyness in a new country...that's the only way I can think to describe it. It was everything I hoped it could be, and I can't wait for Germany...who is with me?
Enough happened in that week to last me till who knows when. When I got back I definately went into a little bit of a sappy mode, cause I took a second to look through Clif's photo album, and it's insane how much we have all done together...it's hard to think about our ever not being friends...so strange...
Yeah, Scotland, my heart goes to you...especially for the next two weeks
It wasn't just getting drunk though...it was being with my best friends...meeting AMAZING new people, seeing a fucking castle, going to a whiskey museum (try not to drink too fast), walking down Prince Street what seemed like a million times, doing the Royal Mile...at least a quarter of it, 50 pence shots...enough said, collecting tiny posters, eating haggas (sp?) with Thanksgiving dinner, refusing to believe in jet lag - maybe I didn't do such a good job with that one, but they still got my lazy ass up, going to a freaking Scottish dance?!?! Kaylee (sp?), watching a rugby game in a pub, FISH AND CHIPS...enough reason to go back, non-fried-pan-fried chicken, racing to finish a not-so-good in-fight meal, and the list could go on forever...
The usual crazyness in a new country...that's the only way I can think to describe it. It was everything I hoped it could be, and I can't wait for Germany...who is with me?
Enough happened in that week to last me till who knows when. When I got back I definately went into a little bit of a sappy mode, cause I took a second to look through Clif's photo album, and it's insane how much we have all done together...it's hard to think about our ever not being friends...so strange...
Yeah, Scotland, my heart goes to you...especially for the next two weeks