Having Been a RockStar since Thursday
Thursday night was lovely. We had dumplings, went home, went to bed early like good little girls. That was an event not repeated.
Friday we took Cowboy out for a nice Italian dinner in Soho and then worked on getting him embarassingly drunk. Mission Accomplished. My Gender Diversity group met in LKF to take some pictures for our poster. Marco was really a force to be reckoned with after 7 glasses of wine.
Large portions of Friday night are blurry in my memory, but the pictures are assembling a time-line in my mind. The worst thing is that I broke my gold sandals! The heel popped off of one sometime and I walked on it long enough to make it unfixable :( I'm so sad. Now I have to go shoe shopping. Ok. I'm still a little sad though.
Saturday night I went out with the architecture boys, did some salsa dancing and watched a football game. Not Football, the noble sport of America, but that other football that whiney Europeans and sissy men play. It was sort of fun, being at the Hand with a bunch of Englishmen shouting at the TVs.
Harj and I made a graceful exit before a friendly Aussie man could kidnap us. He seemed he might after we turned down his friendly invitation to come back to his place (just round the corner- in Wan Chai) and smoke some hash (free!). Amazing anyone could refuse such hospitality. I'm pretty sure he was a pimp. Or involved in kidnapping students to sell into sex slavery. He had a phillipino girl in 3 inches of skirt come and sit on his lap and chat and he didn't hand over any money or even buy her a drink. Creepy.
Anyhow, I was in bed by 4 which was admirable. Today I got up in the morning and did a lot of good work with Beth at Pacific Coffee. Went to dinner with Virginia and Alli, Jack and Phil and Mary. Jack is a riot. Phil told us a story about their trip to Thailand so horrific I can't even repeat it. I'm traumatized for life.
A weekend best described in pictures. Which can be found here.
Abby
Friday we took Cowboy out for a nice Italian dinner in Soho and then worked on getting him embarassingly drunk. Mission Accomplished. My Gender Diversity group met in LKF to take some pictures for our poster. Marco was really a force to be reckoned with after 7 glasses of wine.
Large portions of Friday night are blurry in my memory, but the pictures are assembling a time-line in my mind. The worst thing is that I broke my gold sandals! The heel popped off of one sometime and I walked on it long enough to make it unfixable :( I'm so sad. Now I have to go shoe shopping. Ok. I'm still a little sad though.
Saturday night I went out with the architecture boys, did some salsa dancing and watched a football game. Not Football, the noble sport of America, but that other football that whiney Europeans and sissy men play. It was sort of fun, being at the Hand with a bunch of Englishmen shouting at the TVs.
Harj and I made a graceful exit before a friendly Aussie man could kidnap us. He seemed he might after we turned down his friendly invitation to come back to his place (just round the corner- in Wan Chai) and smoke some hash (free!). Amazing anyone could refuse such hospitality. I'm pretty sure he was a pimp. Or involved in kidnapping students to sell into sex slavery. He had a phillipino girl in 3 inches of skirt come and sit on his lap and chat and he didn't hand over any money or even buy her a drink. Creepy.
Anyhow, I was in bed by 4 which was admirable. Today I got up in the morning and did a lot of good work with Beth at Pacific Coffee. Went to dinner with Virginia and Alli, Jack and Phil and Mary. Jack is a riot. Phil told us a story about their trip to Thailand so horrific I can't even repeat it. I'm traumatized for life.
A weekend best described in pictures. Which can be found here.
Abby
posted by Abby-Wan Kenobi at 6:04 AM
1 Comments:
A very festive birthday indeed. So glad someone brought a camera so Cowboy D will be able to recollect some of it.
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