Samsara

Just got back from Scotland :)

Uploading to flickr as we speak.

Missed a few good-byes while we were away :(

Edinburgh is full of characters: Smiley McGee, the bartender that wouldn't stop smiling sleezily at Becky and me; Story McGee, the bartender at the hostel that was cool at first, then got pissed when Barcelona won the world cup and told us the same stories ad nauseam; Shorty McGee, and Ginger Shorty McGee, a pair of hooligans from Glasgow, the latter of which insisted I was the most exotic and extraordinarily beautiful girl he's ever met (why, thank you), and who kept smelling my hair and pretending to grab my ass; Dutchy McGee, a Dutchman staying at our hostel who followed us, with several of his friends, to a nightclub; Lumpy McGee, a large, friendly young man who I thought I was having an innocent conversation about movies with, but in reality he was trying to get my number; Anakin Skywalker, a young man with short hair and a single long, thin braid who made Becky go up and buy him a drink with his money as some kind of backwards tactic to get her drunk; Handsy McGee, the Aussie who was nice to look at, but who "ear raped" and tackled me in a booth, and who suggested to Becky that they "find an alley," and tried to make out with her while Story McGee repeatedly told me he has ideas for novels but no time to write them; and Nightshift McGee, the one male member of the hostel staff that didn't try to get in either of our pants (of course, after Wednesday night we just avoided the hostel bar all together) and let us eat breakfast early because we had to catch a bus to Inverness to see Loch Ness.

Tired.

Home on Wednesday!

Better entry tomorrow.

Wow, it's been a while since I posted... um, let's see... I've been to London six out of the past nine days; I saw a play there at the National Theatre last night called England People Very Nice, about immigration, it was good; there was this event called "Cowboys and Indians" at a club on Monday- I was a hybrid of country love and native america, lol, but so were the rest of my flatmates so it was all good... plus I got a guy's number...

BAHAHAHA that sounds so ridiculous coming from me.

But yes, it's true. And it gets better. He's from Texas (but voted for Obama!). In the air force. Studying aeroscience engineering at Oxford proper. Wants to be an astronaut. His favorite book is Dune. And he's writing a science fiction novel. I'm not sure how I feel about any of this of course, because I only talked to him for about 20 minutes, and we were both pretty drunk.

Most of that info I learned from text messages, cause, uh, we've been texting all day, each day, since he first texted me on Tuesday. LOL it's really very flattering, but also kind of awkward for me. I'm the serial monogamist, so I've never dated, and I have no idea what kind of weird mating rituals our generation (especially) has come up with, what with the advent of texting making the importance of the first phone call obsolete. All that I learned about dating in "He's just not that into you" is technically void because they didn't really take that into consideration.

Anyway. I just got another text. Heh.

So, I've been out every night since that night, to and from London twice, slept on floors and in strange beds (alone! don't go there ;p), and eaten way too much pub food and drank way too much beer, and I'm exhausted. But I've also made a handful of new friends from the Brockport program weekend, which is cool.

Tomorrow night is a Toga Party theme at the aforementioned club (Lava). I'm considering it. It's Super Heroes and Villains at another club on Thursday... I have no idea where to even begin making a costume for that without spending money- "tight and bright" was already a theme at Lava a few weeks ago, lol, not like any of that is in my wardrobe.

Ok. I'm tired. Good night.