Wait, who are you again?
It's been positively ages, hasn't it? I suppose I should update.
So, let's see, what's been going on in the life of Sarah? I've had the exceedingly good fortune to have been able to see old friends every weekend for the past month and a half with the exception of last weekend. I've seen nearly everyone. It's been fabulous. Yesterday, Ben came down and went to the BUNAC Burns Supper with me. It was too good of him to join me, and it was a really fun night. For the dinner, we were placed at a table with a bunch of French Canadians who more or less refused to speak English unless one of the other people at the table addressed them directly, a French guy, and two Kiwis. The Kiwis were absolutely lovely. Really nice people. I've got one of their mobile numbers, so I hope to see them again. Ben was ever so polite and kept refilling my wine glass every time I had more than 2 sips, so it wasn't long before I was a wee bit drunk. Still, considering my ridiculously and embarrassingly low tolerance, I held my liquor quite well, I think. I didn't really feel it at all until just before we left. It's possible, though, that I should have stayed away from the whisky...Our table cleaned up on the raffle, and Susan, one of the Kiwis, won a bottle of whisky, and Ben won something too, so they swapped prizes, and Ben lost no time opening the whisky. So there I was, drinking lots of straight whisky. That may have been a mistake. But again, I was doing a-ok til the very end. There was ceilidhing and I managed that just fine, excessive boozing, high heels and all, until the very last dance which was absolutely beyond me, and which basically involved Ben resorting to dragging me in the proper direction around the dance floor. Haha. Go me. Then we went outside to wait for our taxi back, and it finally struck me just how much I had overindulged when the nearby mountain wouldn't quite hold still. The taxi came, and I proceeded to talk a lot of nonsense all the way home. This morning I was a tad hungover, but not nearly as much as I expected to be, although it got a bit worse later in the day. Ben and I wandered all over town looking for a place to eat lunch, and we finally stopped at a Lebanese restaurant, which was really good and quite reasonably priced. I had a falafel sandwich. Yum. Anyway, it was a really good time, and Ben's a star for keeping me company and putting up with my total insanity. I usually manage to hide the true extent of the madness, but I think the truth came out last night when I had a crisis about what to do with my hair. It was kind of shameful, and actually, let's never speak of it again. Although I think he got revenge for all of my nonsense when he proceeded to tell every person we met embarrassing stories about me from back in the day.
What else? I have to be out of my flat next Saturday, and finding a new flat hasn't been a picnic. No one wants people short term. Well, I finally managed to find something, so I won't be homeless, hurrah! I'm moving into a flat in Newington. It's a 15 minute walk from where I am now. There are going to be 7 people living there, which is going to be a bit crazy, but I'll have lots of people to talk to. I went over tonight to meet all the flatmates that I hadn't already met, and ended up staying for this massive feast that two of the girls were cooking. It was ace. I'm a bit concerned about the whole thing though, because while they were cooking, they told me about this massive party that they're having on Friday, and one of the girls told me that lots of the people were going to be doing drugs. Sorry, what?? What kind of drugs? I asked. Pills, I was told. I have to say, I'm really not comfortable with this, and I'm seriously considering making my excuses as to why something has come up and I can't be there. But I don't want to start out seeming like a fuddy duddy. Actually, it's making me concerned about the whole thing, but they do seem like lovely people, drug use aside. Also, I appreciate that they warned me ahead of time. And they say it's a very rare occurrence and that Friday is a special occasion. I do wonder, though, where all the normal people are in this city. I mean, for serious. My current flatmates are lovely, but they're part of the pot smoking, saggy jeans wearing, facial piercing skater crowd. Not, of course, that there's anything wrong with that, but that's not really my scene. And now I'm going to be living with a bunch of Aussies and Kiwis who drop acid. I assume it's acid. Maybe ecstasy. Which is even further from my scene. Where are the people who are like the people I've always been friends with? Focused over achievers who rarely even drink, and never do drugs. Who wear properly fitting clothing. I don't mean to sound like a puritan, but come on. But I'm going to give this flat a shot, because they'll take me for 3 months, they seem very nice, and it's only 260 a month, CT and bills included. And I'll have a double room to myself. I really don't like this drugs thing though. I don't mean to sound judgmental or anything, it's just not something I want to be around. But anyway, it should be fine.
That's about all I've got for now. I may be in St. Andrews this weekend. We'll see. Bed now.
So, let's see, what's been going on in the life of Sarah? I've had the exceedingly good fortune to have been able to see old friends every weekend for the past month and a half with the exception of last weekend. I've seen nearly everyone. It's been fabulous. Yesterday, Ben came down and went to the BUNAC Burns Supper with me. It was too good of him to join me, and it was a really fun night. For the dinner, we were placed at a table with a bunch of French Canadians who more or less refused to speak English unless one of the other people at the table addressed them directly, a French guy, and two Kiwis. The Kiwis were absolutely lovely. Really nice people. I've got one of their mobile numbers, so I hope to see them again. Ben was ever so polite and kept refilling my wine glass every time I had more than 2 sips, so it wasn't long before I was a wee bit drunk. Still, considering my ridiculously and embarrassingly low tolerance, I held my liquor quite well, I think. I didn't really feel it at all until just before we left. It's possible, though, that I should have stayed away from the whisky...Our table cleaned up on the raffle, and Susan, one of the Kiwis, won a bottle of whisky, and Ben won something too, so they swapped prizes, and Ben lost no time opening the whisky. So there I was, drinking lots of straight whisky. That may have been a mistake. But again, I was doing a-ok til the very end. There was ceilidhing and I managed that just fine, excessive boozing, high heels and all, until the very last dance which was absolutely beyond me, and which basically involved Ben resorting to dragging me in the proper direction around the dance floor. Haha. Go me. Then we went outside to wait for our taxi back, and it finally struck me just how much I had overindulged when the nearby mountain wouldn't quite hold still. The taxi came, and I proceeded to talk a lot of nonsense all the way home. This morning I was a tad hungover, but not nearly as much as I expected to be, although it got a bit worse later in the day. Ben and I wandered all over town looking for a place to eat lunch, and we finally stopped at a Lebanese restaurant, which was really good and quite reasonably priced. I had a falafel sandwich. Yum. Anyway, it was a really good time, and Ben's a star for keeping me company and putting up with my total insanity. I usually manage to hide the true extent of the madness, but I think the truth came out last night when I had a crisis about what to do with my hair. It was kind of shameful, and actually, let's never speak of it again. Although I think he got revenge for all of my nonsense when he proceeded to tell every person we met embarrassing stories about me from back in the day.
What else? I have to be out of my flat next Saturday, and finding a new flat hasn't been a picnic. No one wants people short term. Well, I finally managed to find something, so I won't be homeless, hurrah! I'm moving into a flat in Newington. It's a 15 minute walk from where I am now. There are going to be 7 people living there, which is going to be a bit crazy, but I'll have lots of people to talk to. I went over tonight to meet all the flatmates that I hadn't already met, and ended up staying for this massive feast that two of the girls were cooking. It was ace. I'm a bit concerned about the whole thing though, because while they were cooking, they told me about this massive party that they're having on Friday, and one of the girls told me that lots of the people were going to be doing drugs. Sorry, what?? What kind of drugs? I asked. Pills, I was told. I have to say, I'm really not comfortable with this, and I'm seriously considering making my excuses as to why something has come up and I can't be there. But I don't want to start out seeming like a fuddy duddy. Actually, it's making me concerned about the whole thing, but they do seem like lovely people, drug use aside. Also, I appreciate that they warned me ahead of time. And they say it's a very rare occurrence and that Friday is a special occasion. I do wonder, though, where all the normal people are in this city. I mean, for serious. My current flatmates are lovely, but they're part of the pot smoking, saggy jeans wearing, facial piercing skater crowd. Not, of course, that there's anything wrong with that, but that's not really my scene. And now I'm going to be living with a bunch of Aussies and Kiwis who drop acid. I assume it's acid. Maybe ecstasy. Which is even further from my scene. Where are the people who are like the people I've always been friends with? Focused over achievers who rarely even drink, and never do drugs. Who wear properly fitting clothing. I don't mean to sound like a puritan, but come on. But I'm going to give this flat a shot, because they'll take me for 3 months, they seem very nice, and it's only 260 a month, CT and bills included. And I'll have a double room to myself. I really don't like this drugs thing though. I don't mean to sound judgmental or anything, it's just not something I want to be around. But anyway, it should be fine.
That's about all I've got for now. I may be in St. Andrews this weekend. We'll see. Bed now.