"Do I have to pay for that comment?"
29 September 2007
Christine, Jessica, Rachel, and I have turned into Carrie, Charlotte, Samantha, and Miranda. It’s been more or less declared that we’ll go to the pub on a Friday and catch up with each other about each other’s weekly happenings…happenings, which as we speak, are getting more and more interesting. Last night, Jessica and I showed up at the Leeds Student newspaper room for some “directions” which they meant as “come back on Monday for when we actually do work.” So that was a waste of our half hour on our day off. How DARE they. At last, we made it to the Eldon, the local pub close to St. Marks [Christine’s hall] and shacked up in there for a couple hours. 2 of us had half a pint of cider and 2 of us had whole pints of cider, but all acted extremely silly nonetheless. It was a motley mixture of cider, Janet Jackson’s Escapade, and cheesy chips. Our diets these days is as follows: cheese on bread, cheese on chips, cheese on garlic bread. Also known as Heaven. Current weight: let’s not discuss that…all I have to say is, at least my pants still fit.
I think we want to make the Eldon a weekly thing because a) they serve cheesy chips, b) they serve cider for dead cheap, and c) Pubtender and Beanie Baby are buff [the word buff, here, refers to one who is cute, good looking, attractive etc…love those Britishisms]. Cute Pubtender came and bussed our table after we obliterated our cheesy chips so we said,
"oh, it was soooo good!"
"what? me or the chips?"
"both."
"...do I have to pay for that comment?"
ahhh definitely not.
After a good long giggle at the Eldon, we trekked back to my flat to watch some good old chick flicks [uhhh cue Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants] and have an impromptu slumber party complete with Maltesers, Fruity Pastilles, and Cadbury. ☺
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