Pat's twin brother, Cameron, flew in to Edinburgh today for some promotion with his football team. The life of a sports superstar and all that. It was great to see him. We out out to Edwards Bar for a few drinks. I quizzed him about Pat's decision to go to med school and he just laughed, saying to never put anything past Pat. He's worried about ( Read more... )

We did The Vaults and Mary King’s Close on the Royal Mile today. We also went to the Whiskey Heritage Centre and, again, bought more than we probably should have. The Vaults were some scary shit. I didn’t really enjoy them the first time I went two years ago and didn’t this time. I was well aware the City was standing above us and started to feel ( Read more... )

Somewhere between 4am and 9am I seemed to have made the executive decision not to tell Beth's parents about the HIV thing. Chicken shit? Yeah, I guess I am. After the dream, I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to deal with the possible bad reaction they might have to it. If they don't take it well, I'm not sure I could bring myself to stay ( Read more... )

After waking up as hung over as all shit, Beth's Mum and Dad surprised us with tickets to the final night of the Edinburgh Military Tattoo tonight. Fan-fucking-tastic! I can't wait. I always loved going to the Tattoo when I lived here but to get closing night tickets is amazing. Beth's Dad knows someone who knows someone who knows someone etc. etc ( Read more... )

I ghot druink.

I gotr drumk in Edsibyurgh on Scotsch!

Losyt my sho e. Ha! Hey, thres twp Bethsim my roopm! So gonna grt laidf!

Was still knackered when I woke up this morning, but considering our limited time here, we decided not to hang around and wait for the jetlag to pass. Breakfast was a Red Bull and a coffee before we headed out to the city. Some random internet cafe on Rose Street sees this second entry. It's surreal, because I know Rose Street was always one of ( Read more... )

It turns out the antibiotics I'm on and flying don't mix. For the first time in my life, I got to use a barf bag for it's intended purpose, which was kind of cool. I doubt Beth would agree with that assessment. The only thing more embarrassing than hurling on a plane is sitting next to someone doing it. Fun stuff. Still, we made it to Heathrow in ( Read more... )

Location: Oklahoma City, Oklahoma

Hours travelled: 28

Number of fights over the music: 6 8 11 12 14 18 24 32 36

OH. MY. GOD.

My twin sister just caught me wanking and having phone sex with my ex.

This will probably be my last entry ever because I have to go kill myself now.

Location: Tulsa, Oklahoma

Hours travelled: 26.5

Number of fights over the music: 6 8 11 12 14 18 24 32

Tab dared me to moon the car next to us.

I did it.

Window glass is cold on one's arse.

Location: St Louis, Missouri

Hours travelled: 21

Number of fights over the music: 6 8 11 12 14 18 24

You know it’s a successful road trip when you choose to pee on the side of the road instead of use a gas station bathroom. I have learnt how much sticks look like snakes and no matter what Tab says, I do not scream like a girl ( Read more... )