The Aftermath

Phew. What a night! So I was one of the first ones to wake up but was too freakin cold to move. Sophie's house was quite nice but apparently the Welsh have never heard of a novelty called...heat. Jesus. I woke up on the couch (somehow the ham and cheese paste magically disappeared, apparently i cleaned it off at some point).

Anyway, after everyone woke up, Marc went to the store around the corner and picked up some eggs, sausages, pork roll, and bread and proceeded to make a breakfast made for a king for all of us. Legend! We all just kinda hung around for most of the day and recovered. Retold stories of last night to find out exactly what happened last night to fill in the blanks. Reminisced about camp. Tom decided to knit (kinda funny for an Israeli who was in the army to knit). Told embarrassing camp stories. Made fun of McBride a bit.

After all was said and done, we left Sophie's place and tom joined the group. Back for the long haul back to London. about 3 hours. About a third of the way there, we stopped for food at a KFC. I must say, i've never really had fast food in the States that much but it isn't nearly as greasy and gross as in the States. I had my heart set on one of their Twista Wraps but they were out. Heart broken.

After we got back to London, Hannah dropped us off at Marc's place and Tom joined us. We hung out for a bit and Marc, Tom, & I went down the street to meet up with some of his mates. They were really cool. A bit gangsta (understatement) but it was fun. Drank a little, came back late and Tom and I watched Role Models and finally passed out to call it a night. 

Happy New Years everyone. Wish you all the best!

This is why I'm hot

*WARNING: THE FOLLOWING PHOTOS ARE INCRIMINATING EVIDENCE OF AN INCREDIBLE NEW YEARS IN WALES.*

note: in no particular order between new years eve and new years day

                        
             

Crem de la crem

After a bit of a drinkup, I find out we're going out to a club called the Cardiff University, Student Union Club...that's a mouthful. Anyway, its tickets only and luckily one person who was supposed to show up for the party in Cardiff didn't end up coming so there was an extra ticket. So I took the extra ticket. Didn't really think that one out. Would have sucked if I'm like "Surprise! Oh, a ticket? well uhh...I'll wait till you get back. boo" so it all worked out. I just threw on a nice button down, my snazzy watch, and a dash of Cool Water. Game time.

Around 11ish, we head to the club which was only like a 10 min walk, tops. Huge line and with a decently-sized group, it was a bit of a challenge to keep all the ducks in a row. Eventually we make it in, head over to a place to stash our coats, I go and get a round for everyone. Me being the silly yank that I am, ask for 8 glasses of champagne...none to be found. So I hear the dude next to me order some stuff called VK vodka. Sure, I'll take 8 of them. It was kinda like Smirnoff Ice - Sour Apple Do you know how freakin hard it is to carry 8 bottles by yourself?! Good god. My hands were wrenched. Well worth it though.

I pass out the rounds, we head over to the dance floor for a bit and i get my whiteboy groove on. Do some more dancing. Now I gotta pee. I tell Jake and he gave me a brilliant idea: I go outside and pretend I'm on the phone (obviously with an English accent...to the best of my ability, which is poor at its best) and as I'm talking to a fictitious person, I do my thing on some out-of-the-way wall. No name spelling or anything fancy, strictly business. Finish up, end my phone call politely, and rejoin the group.

20 min till New Years. One last round for the group. I head over to the bar thinking I can get in and out real quick, apparently others had the same idea. Of course. So to be honest, I spent the majority of the remaining time in line for drinks. Wished the lad next tome a Happy New Year, took a shot with him, and bought my VK Vodka Apples back to the group. Handed them out and we go into another room of the club where apparently they missed the New Years memo and we had the countdown yet again. So I'll count that one as the official New Year.

Anyway, toward the end of the night, Jake, in his incredible creativity of ideas, placed the idea in my head that dancing on the tables without my shirt would be a grand idea. Before he even finished the idea, I was already on the table, doing my thing. I've got pictures that I need to get from Sophie's camera that I'll post later. I'm gonna pick up a cheap digital camera in London later. So yea, lost my shirt, found my shirt, lost the group, found the group, bought another round which my hands just couldn't take it anymore and in the process of finding the group, dropped like 5 or 6 of them. Meh. (speaking of meh, did you know it was recently adopted into the dictionary)

Finally, we go back to Sophie's place for the night, Marc being unsuccessful in his lady attempts, heads back as well. Back at the house, we hang out for a bit and I'm just dead tired. I am the first to pass out (mind you its around 3:30 or 4 a.m. at this point) but I make the dreaded mistake of leaving my shoes on. What a rookie mistake. I'm normally SOOOO careful about this at parties even in the worst cases of inebriation. Jake, being the only other American, obviously knew about this rule and went looking for a Sharpe marker. With no Sharpe to be had, the next best thing was (5 points if you guessed it), yes, the Ham & Cheese paste in the tube. Lucky boy. Obviously pictures to come. After me being the center of humiliation for a bit, everyone got tired and passed out in a respective bed/couch.

I hope everyone had a fantastic new years. Email/comment and tell me what you guys did for new years. I'd love to hear it. Speak to you all soon.