"how dare you accuse me of drugs."
23 September 2007
so Fresher’s Week is just about over. And all the Freshers now have a nice, substantial alchy debt to their dear old parents for at least 100 quid. The idea is that they all go out to the clubs every day of the week before classes start. Most times it involves ridiculous costumes in cold weather and club promo minions harassing you with their flyers and stickers who have a desperate look in their eyes as if to say, “PLEASE take this paper from me. And make sure to recycle it”. Me, being the 3rd year who feels like a chaperone at these things, clubbed once last Sunday, at a place called Tiger Tiger: where all good peoples’ cell phones go to get pickpocketed. A big group of EAPers and girls from Christine’s block made our way down to the club, danced our hearts out to some good house music, and left short one Blue Beauty cell phone and 10 pounds each from entrance//drinks [the money, not the weight].
adventures seem to be happening all around! Wednesday night, Christine's hall had a social that I had the pleasure of infiltrating for the 2 free drink vouchers. Maria gave me their flatmate's room number [L 2.25] and her name [Natalia]. Thinking that wasn't going to fly very well, considering I don't look much like a Natalia to be honest, they were like, "oh, say you're Vanessa then". So I get up to the door, preparing myself to turn around from failure, Subwarden Wally asked,
"what's your flat?"
"L 2.25."
"what's your name?"
"Vanessa."
"Where are you from?"
"......Singapore"
good thing I actually remembered Vanessa's deets I met her the other day; my dignity was spared this once.
Friday night, Christine, Jessica, Garrett, Sage, Jessica's new friend Frankie, and I met up for sushi at Nooshi Sushi, sadly not living up to our expectations or cravings for some good sushi. After, Christine and I headed to a house party with Louise which was a lot of good fun. As usual, it started out pretty awkward, but then it got to be loads of good times and good laughs. Basically, one of the highlights of the night was this one guy who, we swear, looked exactly like Mr. Bean who was holding a wine bottle, and seriously on drugs or something, stood up in the middle of the room and said to no one in particular, "HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF DRUGS."
excellent times, excellent times. :)
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