now my hands smell like this grenade
Well, I'm home and all that jazz. Sorry I haven't updated sooner, but things have been ka-ray-zee and tiring, not to mention internet-accessless. But I got home ok, and although I miss the Moops so much it aches, it's good to see my family and drive around in my car and hang out with the Cakes.
To be quite honest, I can't really remember much of what I did those last few days in Oxford. I saw ole Kenny from Millsaps one night at the Teddy Hall bar, I ate a lot of food (including tacos that I burned slightly), and I smooched the Moop a great deal. One day Moops and I climbed to the Anglo Saxon tower at the end of Cornmarket and I took some pictures.
We also rode that ride, The Oxford Story, that's basically like a Disney attraction about the history of the University. I rode it once back at the beginning of the year, but now I know more about Oxford and all, so it was like a whole new ride! :) It was fun.
Wednesday night Moops, Katherine, Robyn, Suchita, Davis, and I went to The Trout and had dinner. I ate WAY too much.
Katherine drove us there and back, but because there were six of us she had to make two trips. Coming home, Davis, Moops, and I opted to wait for the second shift and walked along the edge of Port Meadow a ways for a while, which was good because it allowed the insane amount of food I had shovelled in my pie hole (steak and ale pie and sticky toffee pudding including) to settle a bit.
Thursday I finished up laundry, turned my laundry card back in to the college, packed up the rest of my stuff, left a bunch of stuff in the kitchen for my housemates to have, said tearful goodbyes, got into a cab, and made my way to our hotel at Gatwick with the Moops. We had a nice time watching some tv, and I had a nice time allowing Moops to rub my back and feet. It's ridiculous how fabulous he is.
And Friday was . . . well, Friday was hard. There were inconveniences, like the fact that one of my suitcases weighed too much and I had to take a bunch of stuff out of it and send it home with Moops, and the fact that the guy in front of me on the flight back to the States felt the need to put his seat back all the way while the flight was mid-takeoff and then kept it there for the whole flight, but the worst part of the day was obviously leaving my Moopet. I don't even want to talk about it, really, but it might just be the hardest thing I've ever done.
My flight from Dallas was delayed by about an hour and a half, so I didn't get into town until 7:30, but my folks were there to hug and smooch me and help me carry my insanely heavy luggage to the car (my shoulders and back still ache from all that heavy lifting). I went to eat a hamburger at Ruby Tuesday with them and my sister Ibbums, then came home and slept slept slept. Yesterday I made my first Wal Mart pilgramage and saw my Cakes, and today I went to Ibbums' house to help celebrate my Mom's birthday. I got to see my nephew Jake for the first time since Christmas; he is too precious for words.
I also got to talk to my Moops tonight! Yay yay yay yay!
Tomorrow: more Cakes. Probably more sleep, too. Certainly more Moops.
Peace out, and sorry for the length of this entry!
To be quite honest, I can't really remember much of what I did those last few days in Oxford. I saw ole Kenny from Millsaps one night at the Teddy Hall bar, I ate a lot of food (including tacos that I burned slightly), and I smooched the Moop a great deal. One day Moops and I climbed to the Anglo Saxon tower at the end of Cornmarket and I took some pictures.
We also rode that ride, The Oxford Story, that's basically like a Disney attraction about the history of the University. I rode it once back at the beginning of the year, but now I know more about Oxford and all, so it was like a whole new ride! :) It was fun.
Wednesday night Moops, Katherine, Robyn, Suchita, Davis, and I went to The Trout and had dinner. I ate WAY too much.
Katherine drove us there and back, but because there were six of us she had to make two trips. Coming home, Davis, Moops, and I opted to wait for the second shift and walked along the edge of Port Meadow a ways for a while, which was good because it allowed the insane amount of food I had shovelled in my pie hole (steak and ale pie and sticky toffee pudding including) to settle a bit.
Thursday I finished up laundry, turned my laundry card back in to the college, packed up the rest of my stuff, left a bunch of stuff in the kitchen for my housemates to have, said tearful goodbyes, got into a cab, and made my way to our hotel at Gatwick with the Moops. We had a nice time watching some tv, and I had a nice time allowing Moops to rub my back and feet. It's ridiculous how fabulous he is.
And Friday was . . . well, Friday was hard. There were inconveniences, like the fact that one of my suitcases weighed too much and I had to take a bunch of stuff out of it and send it home with Moops, and the fact that the guy in front of me on the flight back to the States felt the need to put his seat back all the way while the flight was mid-takeoff and then kept it there for the whole flight, but the worst part of the day was obviously leaving my Moopet. I don't even want to talk about it, really, but it might just be the hardest thing I've ever done.
My flight from Dallas was delayed by about an hour and a half, so I didn't get into town until 7:30, but my folks were there to hug and smooch me and help me carry my insanely heavy luggage to the car (my shoulders and back still ache from all that heavy lifting). I went to eat a hamburger at Ruby Tuesday with them and my sister Ibbums, then came home and slept slept slept. Yesterday I made my first Wal Mart pilgramage and saw my Cakes, and today I went to Ibbums' house to help celebrate my Mom's birthday. I got to see my nephew Jake for the first time since Christmas; he is too precious for words.
I also got to talk to my Moops tonight! Yay yay yay yay!
Tomorrow: more Cakes. Probably more sleep, too. Certainly more Moops.
Peace out, and sorry for the length of this entry!