So as per usual, it's been far too long since I've posted, but I wasn't much in a state to write over the weekend because: I TURNED 21. Which isn't that big a deal over here since everyone can drink at 18. Still, the celebrations were great, and because the other Tom from our hall had a birthday on Sunday, we had a party going solid from Thursday to Sunday, which was pretty sick. So without further ado, here's the breakdown on the weekend.
Wednesday
Yeah, like most good weekends, this one started on a Wednesday, albeit at midnight. As soon as the clock turned 12 (turned to 12? Struck 12?) I celebrated with a shot of High Commissioner, which is a relatively nice Scotch that sells pretty cheaply. If you want price breaks, go straight to the source. I also cranked The Ramones "I Don't Wanna Grow Up" from Adios Amigos, mostly out of tradition. It is a sick song, though. Some friends came by and dragged me to the party kitchen here in four west, and more drinking followed. Quickly the birthday shot turned into some birthday shots, which turned into some birthday White Strike that was still in the kitchen for some reason, which turned into 3 AM birthday wrestling. I remember little, other than that I TOTALLY WON.
Thursday
Anyway, the next day was actually started out correctly. My friends Jessie and Allison took me out to a nice restaurant called Paparazzi's for Breakfast. It was nice and a good place to get a full Scottish breakfast (sausage, bacon, egg, grilled tomato for some reason and beans). I didn't have class on Thursday so I was free to enjoy my birthday and recover from the wrestling. That evening we ate some lovely carrot cake that Allison was nice enough to make for me. This all amped up to Thursday Night's main event "Beerienteering," which is just as much fun as it sounds. The basic premise is this: teams of about 6-8 go to a bar where they buy a drink and partake in a bar challenge set up by the people running the event. They then receive a clue about the next bar in the crawl. They then head to that bar and do the same thing. The challenges were stuff like picking up a cereal box off the ground with your teeth without touching the ground, or a chugging contest in two lines. At one bar I had body shots taken off me. It was a lovely, albeit long night, and our kitchen now has a silver platter inexplicably. All in all, a victorious night.
Friday
Friday I woke up at about 2, but at least I knew where I was and had time to get to class. Many of my compatriots were still riding the strugglebus from the night before, so I was one of the few contributors to the discussion on Scott's The Heart of Midlothian. This evening was much tamer initially: I made dinner and did some homework, and then got a text to go to the pub on campus to meet some SUDS (student drama) kids. I made friends with another writer, a cheeky sixteen year old first year called Liam, as well as a folk musician named George. I had a lengthy conversation with the latter about the song "Old Joe Clark," which I think proves that history moves in a circle, or at least that I'm never personally very far from folk and country music. Ah, well. I recall that this night ended with us sneaking into a kitchen and playing black jack until 3 in the morning.
Saturday
As the weekend moved on and our internal organs started failing, our party radius grew smaller and smaller. Saturday night we officially transferred the party over to the other Tom and held a wonderful kitchen party. More cake, a bit more whisky (that's how they spell it here), and many odd photos that I'm sure have surfaced on Facebook by now. I decided to go easy, since I'd had quite a weekend already. Mostly I hung out with Evie and Allison and discussed how the former reminds us of the second world war. I don't think I could explain that conversation now if I tried.
Sunday
The smallest party radius of all: my bed. I did nothing all day, since I was caught up on my reading. Eventually I facetimed my whole family, which was nice. All in all, a lovely way to spend the weekend.
In other news, I'm now writing comic sketches for SUDS radio, and have been approached by another group to write some type of series for radio here (I don't know what it is with these people and radio, but we'll see what happens). Until next time...
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