Do You Mind?

This week ends like last week did, with me sick. But I shouldn't give the ending away so early, I know.

Feb. 8-14

On Monday I had an essay due for my Accountancy in the UK course at 2:15, so I spent most of the day finishing that up. I felt so bad for my professors because I wrote it and I thought it was super boring. I can't imagine reading 20 copies of the same thing. I fell asleep early that night because I'm super cool and I was still recovering from being so sick the last few days.

The highlight of Tuesday was that all the lights in our flat stopped working for a while. So, yeah, that was great. See how exciting being abroad is, Mom? We're CRAZY! Always getting dressed in the dark and stuff!

Wednesday was awesome because we had a fire drill during class. My class is on the ground floor, so you would think that we just walk outside during a fire drill. No, that would be much too easy. If the building were actually on fire, the fire would have already thought of that and would wait by the front door for us. So we go down the stairs to the basement and then back up a different set of stairs to the street level to outsmart that crafty fire. ND wins again.

Thursday was a good day because it was my friend Lizzie's 21st birthday. She has an internship here in London, so a group of us girls met her after she got off work and went to a great fish and chips place near where she works called The Golden Hind. Nicolle and Coleen are in the picture. I don't get the name and it looked a little sketch when we walked in, but it was delicious! I got cod (the fish was HUGE) and we all shared chips. We had them with salt and vinegar, which is how the locals do it. It was all quite delicious. The man serving us brought out about a gallon of ketchup because he knows how "the Americans love ketchup on everything." About halfway through dinner, we were getting a little loud. Not loud like yelling and singing but more like telling bad jokes and taking funny picutres and laughing. We had been seated down in the basement and were by ourselves, so we didn't really think too much of it, but suddenly we hear:

DO YOU MIND?!? YOU'RE BEING EXCEEDINGLY RUDE!

Apparently, an older couple had been seated behind us and took offense to our celebrations of Lizzie's birthday. The best part was how Lizzie reacted. These people were maybe 10 feet from us, tops, and Lizzie got really offended. She started telling us in a conversational tone (that they could hear) how rude THEY were and how the man seemed so much older than the woman so she must be his mistress, etc. etc. This was after a few bottles of birthday wine with dinner, of course, and they really had overreacted, but it was still HILARIOUS. All in all, I would consider it a pretty successful evening.

On Friday a few people were still recovering from the birthday madness so we all stayed in and watched the Holy Grail because Lizzie had never seen it. Our rector loaned it to us and we all watched it over in one of the boys rooms and ate Pringles and crisps (look at how British I am!) and Cadbury. It was a really nice night in.

Saturday most of kids who were in town got up earlyish and took the tube out to Kew Gardens (the end of the line) to watch a rugby game between the London Welsh and the Bedford Blues. It was pretty awesome. I stood by Ric (our rector) and a boy who plays on the rugby team at ND so between the two of them I could actually figure out what was happening most of the time. It was a LOT of fun and it may be my new favorite sport. Unfortunately, I got home that afternoon and went straight to bed. I had relapsed! Fever, sore throat, the works. I stayed in bed through Sunday.

Will Kate go back to the doctor?
Does Ric ever get his movie back?
And why does it always rain on days I leave my umbrella at home?

Find out next time on I Promise I Won't Talk to Strangers!