brief post-semester Europe summary [20 December - 6 January]

[alchemy_hisoka]

My mum wrote a summary of our time in Europe while I was in New Hampshire, which I've stolen borrowed and slightly altered for this post. So thank her and her insistence on writing down details for every single day. My own thoughts are at the end and scattered throughout the notes.

London, 20 December - 24 December

• Thursday, 20 December --

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[sage_3]

ate Italian for dinner.

How were the Italians? I heard they're very flavorful. I want to try some Italians. All I had so far were Mexicans. They're very bland. :p

[alchemy_hisoka]

How were the Italians? I heard they're very flavorful. I want to try some Italians. All I had so far were Mexicans. They're very bland. :p

[dev//NULL]Tasty, but not nearly as good as freshly-caught virgins. Of the male variety; female virgins are overhyped. I blame Dracula.[/dev/NULL]

[dev]They didn't give me any of their spaghetti sauce, but I liked the fun house! Lawyers are surprisingly succulent. Mmm . . . morning dew on freshly mowed astroturf . . .[/dev]

[Armand]Can I put them in a blender with the rats, too? (Except for Marius.)[/Armand]

Ahem.

With all seriousness, I regret to inform you that it is not myself who is the cannibal, but hitokiri_quatre, particularly with her skin-coloured chocolate. (. . . although I was the one who accidentally sent it to her.)

[sage_3]

Ooh, I hear that virgins (of the male variety) were exquisites. I haven't had enough money to buy one yet, but eventually I'll try it out on an alter in a ceremony. Because you know that it's a big deal when eating one of them.

I'm surprised that you like lawyers. They're pretty greasy. Unless you like dirty grease, then I can understand why. :p

[alchemy_hisoka]

Buy one? *laughs* Oh, they're much funnier when they're kidnapped. Or even better, when they come willingly. Few things are more delicious than the scent of fear or adoration and the hint of salt right before the first rush of that luscious, intoxicating liquid.

If you can, try to sneak into a Catholic church for the ceremony. Nothing spices up a meal like a lovely ambiance and an undertone of blasphemy.

And don't knock lawyers until you try them. The key is to catch them before they stagger into their cars to get drunk after a day of earning oodles of cash through questionable activities.

(And there are a few honest ones, really. Like Commissioner Gordon. But those are better left untasted; the flavour of corruption is surprisingly . . . fruity.)