Ok ok, so this blogs supposed to be about my studies in Europe and I haven't posted a single thing about it yet. I've been putting it off for too long, so here it goes from the beginning:
I woke up early Sunday, nervous and excited. After one last family breakfast, I did my last minute packing up and watched the Giants lose again. Then after a couple of hours of "Am I forgetting anything?" me and my mom left for the airport.
We brought Chris, because he's going to NJIT right next to the airport. After a very sad goodbye with my mother, I checked my guitar and behemoth bag, which was actually 3 pounds overweight but they let me get away with it. Then Chris and I talked about how excited we are for what the future would bring. I think he's going to school is going to do wonders for him.
Ok so on the plane I sat next to an elderly couple from somewhere nearby Bristol. They hate air conditioning apparently. They gave me the inside scoop on Bristol and what to expect. He said I should go see the suspension bridge and go to Bath, both of which I did. He also suggested I go to Prague, but we'll have to see. The plane trip was long and I didn't get much sleep. It was cool when the sun came up though, the clouds were really pretty and you could also get a pretty good view of Ireland's farmlands and such.
When I got off the plane, my taxi wasn't waiting for me like planned. So I had to keep calling UWE from a payphone until they sorted it out. When the taxi did come, he was very nice. He gave me a pretty detailed tour of the city. He also told me that in England, the two things you can never trust are the women and the weather, which was a good laugh. I tipped him 5 pounds and went to go in Nelson House, but they don't have an office there where you pick up your keys. I had to go all the way to campus and back with the taxi just to get them. I tipped him another 5 pounds for that, but I just found out that you never tip taxis here - in fact, you rarely ever tip anyone! That's good for keeping my bar/club expenses down a little bit, at least.
Ok so when I finally got in my flat, I was all alone. So I unpacked and tried to take a little nap (I was exhausted) but I couldn't. So I walked around until I found a Wilkinson (not Sainsbury, long story) and bought my cleaning supplies. When I came back, I ran into my first flatmate, Nick. I also kind of met my flatmate Piya (I don't know if that's spelled right but it sounds like pea ah, she's from Finland). She was stuck behind the door, because are lock was jammed somehow. So me Nick and Pilla spent a good 5 minutes trying to open the door as our first experience together. Since then, we've gotten a new lock.
I accompanied them back to Wilkinson to get supplies again, and we went and ate at a Subway. That night, me and Nick stayed up and had some Strongbow, which is a type of apple cider. Apple cider is very popular here, and it has about the same strength as beer. We were both really jetlagged though, so we stayed in that night.
The next day, John arrived, with his friend Hannah. Hannah goes to UWE, but studied at TCNJ for a semester, along with her boyfriend Dali. Christina also arrived, and she's from Germany. I still don't know my last flatmates name actually, but it starts with an M and she's French. I'm actually going to make sure I know it by tonight, as I told her she has to come with us to watch the rugby game with our french friends. More on that later.
So Hannah took us to Asda, which is basically the British Walmart - in fact, it's owned by Walmart. It's part of "the Walmart family." Hannah took us out to a pub for a couple drinks, and she taught us a bit about british culture. When you get off the bus, you have to say "Cheers drive!" They actually say cheers quite a bit, instead of saying thank you.
I kind of forget the order of what nights were, so I'm just gonna say some of the things I've done now. It's probably my own fault for being too lazy and waiting until i was here almost 2 weeks to post anything.
I think on the second or third day we were here, we went to UWE for orientation. International students get there own special little 4 day thing, and then freshers have a whole week as well. However we ended up skipping most of it, because it's mostly things like "don't go out late at night alone" and etc. We also had icebreakers, where we had to remember everyone's name and associate it with an animal. This was by far the funniest part of orientation, because everyone was foreign and not everyone had a good grip on how to speak English. Vidar from Norway couldn't think of any animals, so i told him he could be a vulture. No one could pronounce Paulius the Panther's from Lithuania's name because he says it kind of wierd and fast, like this: ball loose. Other notable people from the circle was the very foxy Fiona the Fox and the lovely Loren the Lion, both from France. I've also talked to Cidar the Camel from Germany, but i haven't seen him in a little while. I was John the Jaguar, and John Bryndza was John the Jackass.
Ok so I think we went back to Hannah's flat that night and met some of Dali and Hannah's friends, and had fajitas and some drinks. We also watched The Mothman Prophecies, which is an essential part of any good night. John left Thursday night to go to London to see his girlfriend Caitlin, also from TCNJ and I've also never met, and me and Nick stuck around in Bristol for the weekend.
On Thursday evening, we met a bunch of French guys who are fantastically fun. Vladimir is a 6'5 giant who loves "vode kah". Jean Baptiste is a slick guy who tried to teach me French curse words when I was drunk. Ben has a ludicrous hair cut, and drinks too much Vodka Red Bull's. Also there is Loren the Lion, who's a crazy artist. And Damien, who I think is probably gay. In some ways stereotypes of the French are very accurate, and in other ways they aren't. For example, they are all very fashionably dressed and they all smoke cigarettes. However, they aren't snobby or mean to American's at all, at least from what I've seen.
We went to one of the bars on campus (there's 3 - did i mention British people love to drink?) for the rugby game, which was France vs Ireland. I think the score was 25-3, and it was good fun for all of us at the table. I think we watched a soccer game, Man U vs Chelsea, on friday with them too, but it was a bit boring.
English students started arriving in Nelson house on the weekend, and there were a number of parties in the dorms to welcome everyone in. I played this English drinking game called arrogance. You put however much alcohol you want in a cup and then flip a coin. If you lose the call, you drink, and if you win you pass it on to the next person. Unfortunately it doesn't matter what your drinking, so you could end up drinking 2-3 different types of drinks in one, ugh. Of course this happened to me, and it was a very large cup because it got passed in a full circle. I met a bunch of British people, who's names I don't really remember at all. I do remember one black guy named Solsa, or something like that, he's fun. I think I went out for my first doner kebab that night. The only way to properly describe them is, the most delicious drunk food on earth.
I think Saturday or Sunday morning, me and Nick walked to the Clifton Suspension bridge, which wasn't really that exciting, but that's ok. It was about a 40 minute walk, mostly uphill on the way there, so some nice exercise. Apparently it was built in the early 1800's, so it's quite old:
Sunday evening there was an official pub crawl, where a whole bunch of students from Nelson House went bar-hopping. I went with Loren Lion and met her flatmate, Marta, from Poland. She talked to me a little about Poland and how they have vodka with a blade of grass in it. I have a bit of a crush on her, but I haven't seen her since that night, unfortunately. I only had one beer that night and left when the group moved on to the next pub, because I was a little tired of drinking.
This week we spent going out to clubs with Dali and Hannah's friends, who are mostly Indian. There's Sud, Zak, Tanj, Raj, Shalini, 2 Becky's and a Lisa, and also a few others i'm forgetting. (No guarantees that any of those names are spelled correctly). Lisa's from Ireland, and after talking to her a lot at the club last night, I've got a bit of a crush on her as well, haha. All of them are a lot of fun, and we've had all kinds of fun together.
I'll try to give a rough outline of how almost every night has gone this week: we walk over to Dali's flat at around 8-9 with something to drink. We sit around and chat and play drinking games, such as Code or Ring of Fire, which is Kings to us Americans. Code is a funny game because there is no real code, but you just say four random colors in a row and people say if its right or not. If you're wrong, you drink. You don't tell 2-3 people that there isn't a code, and you watch them get confused as hell.
Around 10 or 11, people say they're ready to go out. Then there's a waiting period of about an hour, where we're waiting for other people to join us. At 12 o'clock, we leave, but then we wait in the hallway for someone. Then we wait in the elevator lobby for someone. Then we get downstairs and wait for someone. Then we finally leave for the club, where we're out until 3 or so, dancing to the same 20 or so songs. I'm not a very good dancer, and I sweat alot when it's that stuffy, so I doubt I'll be attracting much women on the dance floor, but it's fun anyway. Anyways, after that you have the option of going to get drunk food, going to the casino (I haven't gone yet, I think that's probably a bad idea with my funds), or going home and passing out.
Ok so Monday night we went to some bar named Tiger something. I tried to escape the round of sambuca by dashing onto the dance floor, because i knew i was going to throw up if i did it. Alas, Hannah hunted me down and forced me to join, and I had to rush up the stairs afterwards to the bathroom to throw up. That's ok though, because John has me outclassed: he knew he was going to throw up on a sambuca shot as well, and Dali forced him to take it. He did, and thought he'd managed to keep it down. But then he threw up all over the bar. Take that, 2 pound cover charge!
Tuesday Night was Oceana, which is a huge nightclub on the waterfront. I went with the Frenchies and Nick. Oceana has 6-7 different rooms that all play different music. The bottom floor is like a psychedelic one I think, then there's Icehouse which plays the typical club music and is air-conditioned. Next to that, there's Aspen, Colorado, a ski lounge theme, Paris, which is a snooty sophisticated bar I think, and the one on the third floor is supposed to be New York. That one's fun, it's plays funk music and the dance floor lights up all different colors, very funky. There's also a couple other bars that are smaller and hard to explain. Oceana is really fun, but it gets kind of crowded.
Wednesday night we went to Syndicate, where John had a dance-off with some crazy guy. He's got some pretty sweet moves, I must say. He's why cavemen painted on walls.
Last night was Panache, which wasn't really that great of a club. They closed at 2, which is a little lame, and the DJ wasn't very good. Also, I took a shot without looking very closely at it, thinking it was sambuca, which is cheap here so everyone does it. However it was tequila, and I very nearly threw up. Afterwards, we walked and got some food. I talked with Lisa on the way, who told me about the cultural differences between Ireland and England.
I've been planning a few trips. I'm going with John, Dali, Hannah and many more to Amsterdam Oct 25th-28th, which is exciting. Nick may or may not come, depending on if his friend is coming to visit him later. John convinced me and Nick to go with him to Istanbul, which is apparently dirt cheap once you get there - 9 euro for top rated hostel rooms... Also I just read in my email that my mom wants to come next month and go to Paris, which would be thrilling. Maybe I can convince her to come to Italy too, because I can't find anyone to go with me yet. I'll be going to London when the Giants go to play, and probably at least one other time. Oktoberfest got scratched off the list because I didn't plan it early enough. It's too hard to get there now. Also, we'd like to go to Dublin and to Spain at some point to see a bullfight. It all depends on how long my money lasts really!
Yesterday we took a big trip to Bath. I went in Taj and Shalini's (sha lay nay) car, and Taj told me about crime and CCTV here. Apparently there are cameras everywhere here - Big Brother is watching you! It's only about a 40 minute drive, and Bath is very nice and quaint. There's a lot of shops, and of course there's the Kings and Queen's Baths, which is a cultural heritage site:
I just took a picture of the outside. There's a museum inside you can go look around, but it's expensive and not everyone wanted to do it. There's also a lot of other nice buildings, including some that don't really make sense, like this one:
We went to a pub there and I had my first fish and chips, which was delicious, and also I sampled the local Bath brew, which was decent. And then after that, we walked around a little more and headed back to Bristol. I think I'll try to update this a little more often so i don't have to write for forever. Cheers!
Friday, 28 September 2007
Thursday, 20 September 2007
Sept 15th - What do we want? PEACE! When do we want it? NOW!
Saturday morning, me and my family woke up at 5 am to go to a peace rally in Washington D.C. It was something my mom had been planning for a while, and we were all very excited, even if we had to wake up that early. To top it off, I had a bit of a hangover, as it was my last night to party with my brick friends. B.T.B.D.
After four hours in the car, we spent a while trying to find parking. We ended up parking right next to our opponents, the pro-war activists. They had much fewer people. After a bit of a walk, we got to the front of the white house, where there were already masses of people. You really get all types at these things. There were some Buddhist monks it looked like, which handed out acoustic cd's full of songs against the war. A little chinese lady was yelling at the White House (George Bush specifically) the entire time. Apparently she's there everyday. There were also people on stilts, people dressed up as death, military uniforms, and many more I'm not remembering.
Everyone had crazy signs too, my family included. My dad made one that inferred that Bush would be joining Hitler in Hell, which I thought was very fresh. One said that the GOP was on LSD, which didn't really make much sense to me. The highlight of course was my brother Griffin, who wore a shirt that said "Pogo sticking for peace", and then pogo-sticked every possible moment that he wasn't exhausted. Approximately 1512315 people took pictures or video of him, you can find them on YouTube:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=WDee5OQBrqc
You can see me in the video too, apparently. So that was pretty cool that he got so much attention.
My friend Jim goes to school in the city and I got to see him, which was very cool. We took a break from the peace protesting and went and got Burger King, (which I actually had for breakfast as well), and some really cheap Arizona Iced tea, which was very exciting. (it's all about the little things!)
People such as Cindy Sheehan and Ralph Nader spoke, but I missed them. After a long while, we eventually started to march to the Capitol building. I don't know the exact number of how many marched, but it was in the tens of thousands. It was a very large protest. Along the way, we chanted several peace slogans. About half of the way down, pro-war activists were along the sidewalks, and there were several arguments. Their were plenty of police and fences to ensure there wasn't violence. However, the arguments did get pretty heated and me and Jim broke off from my family to watch and join in a little. Many sarcastic comparisons to Nazi's and such ensued.
Once we got onto the lawn of the capitol building, we all lied down and rested for a bit. It's very tiring, protesting wars. I ended up getting pretty sunburned. Many people got arrested on purpose in something called a "Die-in", where they lay across the street and pretended to be dead. Me and Jim actually participated, but in a legal place - on the lawn right in front of the Capitol building. We then made jokes about being zombies and how you can't sneeze when your dead - we are very immature people, aren't we?
Shortly after the die-in we left, as we were all very tired. The next day I left for Bristol, where I'll be studying the next three months, but that's for another post.
I felt a little bad during the rally because I'm not really a die hard pro-peace person. I'm not really a die hard anything, for that matter. Generally I just want to have lots of fun, fall in love, have some babies, and just make my way through this world without too much trouble. Doesn't that just make it all seem so easy?
After four hours in the car, we spent a while trying to find parking. We ended up parking right next to our opponents, the pro-war activists. They had much fewer people. After a bit of a walk, we got to the front of the white house, where there were already masses of people. You really get all types at these things. There were some Buddhist monks it looked like, which handed out acoustic cd's full of songs against the war. A little chinese lady was yelling at the White House (George Bush specifically) the entire time. Apparently she's there everyday. There were also people on stilts, people dressed up as death, military uniforms, and many more I'm not remembering.
Everyone had crazy signs too, my family included. My dad made one that inferred that Bush would be joining Hitler in Hell, which I thought was very fresh. One said that the GOP was on LSD, which didn't really make much sense to me. The highlight of course was my brother Griffin, who wore a shirt that said "Pogo sticking for peace", and then pogo-sticked every possible moment that he wasn't exhausted. Approximately 1512315 people took pictures or video of him, you can find them on YouTube:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=WDee5OQBrqc
You can see me in the video too, apparently. So that was pretty cool that he got so much attention.
My friend Jim goes to school in the city and I got to see him, which was very cool. We took a break from the peace protesting and went and got Burger King, (which I actually had for breakfast as well), and some really cheap Arizona Iced tea, which was very exciting. (it's all about the little things!)
People such as Cindy Sheehan and Ralph Nader spoke, but I missed them. After a long while, we eventually started to march to the Capitol building. I don't know the exact number of how many marched, but it was in the tens of thousands. It was a very large protest. Along the way, we chanted several peace slogans. About half of the way down, pro-war activists were along the sidewalks, and there were several arguments. Their were plenty of police and fences to ensure there wasn't violence. However, the arguments did get pretty heated and me and Jim broke off from my family to watch and join in a little. Many sarcastic comparisons to Nazi's and such ensued.
Once we got onto the lawn of the capitol building, we all lied down and rested for a bit. It's very tiring, protesting wars. I ended up getting pretty sunburned. Many people got arrested on purpose in something called a "Die-in", where they lay across the street and pretended to be dead. Me and Jim actually participated, but in a legal place - on the lawn right in front of the Capitol building. We then made jokes about being zombies and how you can't sneeze when your dead - we are very immature people, aren't we?
Shortly after the die-in we left, as we were all very tired. The next day I left for Bristol, where I'll be studying the next three months, but that's for another post.
I felt a little bad during the rally because I'm not really a die hard pro-peace person. I'm not really a die hard anything, for that matter. Generally I just want to have lots of fun, fall in love, have some babies, and just make my way through this world without too much trouble. Doesn't that just make it all seem so easy?
Sept 8th - Something like happy
Note: I wrote this a while ago. I'm just posting it now because I wasn't thinking I'd get a blog until recently.
Last weekend, I went to Atlantic City with my aunt and uncle as a birthday present. It was a little awkward at first, because I hadn’t spent time alone with my aunt in many years, and never with my uncle. The ride down was spent mostly making small talk.
We went to Caesar’s, which basically makes a mockery of ancient Roman sculpture and architecture, but I think I’d rather go there then any other casino. Where else in the world can you find Roman pillars, busts of famous emperors, and 5 billion slot machines in one room? Seriously though, there’s probably more slot machines then people in these places.
I was a little anxious, it being my first time in a casino. We started at roulette, where I very swiftly lost $50 – didn’t win a single bet! Luckily there were cocktail waitresses that hand out free drinks, to drown my sorrows – ha ha.
I soon graduated to blackjack, which I had a little more luck at, but not much. People at the tables are very helpful with advice – which I came to need more and more as I got progressively drunker. The hands move very fast, and there are very specific rules for when you have a 15 or 16. Apparently if you take a card and you shouldn’t have, people can get angry (upsetting the natural balance of who gets what cards). That made me think a little while of the nature of destiny and freewill – deep thoughts for a seedy casino blackjack table. After an hour or so of ups and downs, I eventually bowed out, another $100 lighter.
You meet some interesting people in the bathrooms of casinos. My first trip to the W.C. (that’s what they call it in England), someone was throwing up in one of the stalls. It was only 3:30 pm – that guy must have had a very long night. Later in the evening, I was standing at a urinal when I noticed the man next to me liked to groan in a most sexual way to himself. When he said “Ooo c’mon baby,” I decided I needed to hurry up and leave.
We decided to take a walk on the boardwalk – I’m told it’s much cleaner than it had been in the past, even a couple years before. While walking, we started to get pretty hungry. When Steve asked me whether I wanted to go to an expensive steakhouse or Hooter’s, I naturally picked the latter. My mother jokingly said later that she breastfed me for too long as a child. By this point Aunt Tracy was a little drunk, and I had a slight buzz. She’s a fun girl – I think we definitely would have been friends if she was my age and we were in college. Once in Hooter’s, we naturally ordered a pitcher of beer to split between the two of us (Steve was driving home, and had stopped drinking at this point).
When I saw a bunch of well-endowed waitresses headed my way and clapping, I was confused at first. It was a month past my birthday, and I had forgotten that was what we were here to celebrate.
“They’re not for me are they?” I asked.
“Oh yeah they are!” my aunt replied.
Apparently the Hooter’s tradition for 21st birthdays is to force you to stand up on your chair and chug a full beer while the girl’s sing some silly chant. I was a little anxious, not being a great chugger, but I passed the test with flying colors, to the cheers of everyone in the restaurant. A few burps later, I was feeling very good, and proud of myself. I’m very good at holding my alcohol now, which I think is a good thing, if maybe a little boring compared to my freshman year escapades.
Twenty wings, a basket of onion rings, and 3 chili dogs later, we walked out of Hooter’s with a renewed spirit and were ready to finally win some money. We walked back to Caesar’s and played roulette late into the night. I lost my last $100, which Steve had graciously given to me. He was on a winning streak, so me and Aunt Tracy watched him win some major money.
Steve told us about his system, which he plans to write a very short book about. It consists of betting on the same 9 numbers every time in roulette. It may sound too simple to be true, but he walked out of Atlantic City $1000 richer, even after me and Aunt Tracy lost a good portion of his money. He gave me another $100 so I didn’t go home completely broke, which was really nice of him.
Aunt Tracy and I were very excited over Steve’s big wins. She proudly gambled away his money, and me a little less proudly. Still, it was uplifting to see them both happy. They are really wonderful people. On the ride home I dozed on and off, something like happy, and ready to go to England.
Last weekend, I went to Atlantic City with my aunt and uncle as a birthday present. It was a little awkward at first, because I hadn’t spent time alone with my aunt in many years, and never with my uncle. The ride down was spent mostly making small talk.
We went to Caesar’s, which basically makes a mockery of ancient Roman sculpture and architecture, but I think I’d rather go there then any other casino. Where else in the world can you find Roman pillars, busts of famous emperors, and 5 billion slot machines in one room? Seriously though, there’s probably more slot machines then people in these places.
I was a little anxious, it being my first time in a casino. We started at roulette, where I very swiftly lost $50 – didn’t win a single bet! Luckily there were cocktail waitresses that hand out free drinks, to drown my sorrows – ha ha.
I soon graduated to blackjack, which I had a little more luck at, but not much. People at the tables are very helpful with advice – which I came to need more and more as I got progressively drunker. The hands move very fast, and there are very specific rules for when you have a 15 or 16. Apparently if you take a card and you shouldn’t have, people can get angry (upsetting the natural balance of who gets what cards). That made me think a little while of the nature of destiny and freewill – deep thoughts for a seedy casino blackjack table. After an hour or so of ups and downs, I eventually bowed out, another $100 lighter.
You meet some interesting people in the bathrooms of casinos. My first trip to the W.C. (that’s what they call it in England), someone was throwing up in one of the stalls. It was only 3:30 pm – that guy must have had a very long night. Later in the evening, I was standing at a urinal when I noticed the man next to me liked to groan in a most sexual way to himself. When he said “Ooo c’mon baby,” I decided I needed to hurry up and leave.
We decided to take a walk on the boardwalk – I’m told it’s much cleaner than it had been in the past, even a couple years before. While walking, we started to get pretty hungry. When Steve asked me whether I wanted to go to an expensive steakhouse or Hooter’s, I naturally picked the latter. My mother jokingly said later that she breastfed me for too long as a child. By this point Aunt Tracy was a little drunk, and I had a slight buzz. She’s a fun girl – I think we definitely would have been friends if she was my age and we were in college. Once in Hooter’s, we naturally ordered a pitcher of beer to split between the two of us (Steve was driving home, and had stopped drinking at this point).
When I saw a bunch of well-endowed waitresses headed my way and clapping, I was confused at first. It was a month past my birthday, and I had forgotten that was what we were here to celebrate.
“They’re not for me are they?” I asked.
“Oh yeah they are!” my aunt replied.
Apparently the Hooter’s tradition for 21st birthdays is to force you to stand up on your chair and chug a full beer while the girl’s sing some silly chant. I was a little anxious, not being a great chugger, but I passed the test with flying colors, to the cheers of everyone in the restaurant. A few burps later, I was feeling very good, and proud of myself. I’m very good at holding my alcohol now, which I think is a good thing, if maybe a little boring compared to my freshman year escapades.
Twenty wings, a basket of onion rings, and 3 chili dogs later, we walked out of Hooter’s with a renewed spirit and were ready to finally win some money. We walked back to Caesar’s and played roulette late into the night. I lost my last $100, which Steve had graciously given to me. He was on a winning streak, so me and Aunt Tracy watched him win some major money.
Steve told us about his system, which he plans to write a very short book about. It consists of betting on the same 9 numbers every time in roulette. It may sound too simple to be true, but he walked out of Atlantic City $1000 richer, even after me and Aunt Tracy lost a good portion of his money. He gave me another $100 so I didn’t go home completely broke, which was really nice of him.
Aunt Tracy and I were very excited over Steve’s big wins. She proudly gambled away his money, and me a little less proudly. Still, it was uplifting to see them both happy. They are really wonderful people. On the ride home I dozed on and off, something like happy, and ready to go to England.
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