Karaoke-Source Bar
Homemade Sushi
Funeral Birthday
When cuddled up in a big baggy hoodie with the best book ever (Harry Potter of course), it is extremely easy to turn down offers to go out anywhere because it requires 1) getting up out of the cozy comforts of warm blankets and pillows and 2) venturing out into the cold wind, rain, and occasional hail. This past week I felt as if I was faced with this dilemma time and time again, but a saucy little fresher, Lucy, talked some sense into me. She bluntly told me that I was only here until December so I better make the most of it. With nothing terribly monumental planned for the week, I attempted to take a step or two out of my comfort zone to make the most of everyday here.
Monday night was not much different from the norm: a walk over to Roper Hall, a few quids lost, a few pints gained, and an overall good night. Since I went out Monday night, I had no intention of going anywhere out of the confines of Whitendale Hall on Tuesday, but Lucy (one of Tori’s roommates in 62) and my roommates had other plans for me. Tuesday night is Karaoke night at the Source bar, which is the bar in the campus student union. After some pushing and prodding, I found myself walking alongside my roommates on our way to Karaoke night. Source was absolutely packed, and we found ourselves standing near the bar because there wasn’t an open chair in the place. Even though it was Karaoke night, no one had enough guts or interest to actually get their name on the list. The result of the news was sad puppy-look plastered across Lucy’s face. I decided to take her original advice and make the most out of my time here and offer to sing with her. Lucy started frantically searching the books for our grand début song, while I sat back and rejected the majority of them since I hadn’t the slightest idea what they were. To make the selection process worse, the DJ turned down about five of the songs because they had already been done throughout the night. Somehow at the end of the night, we both found ourselves standing on stage belting Shania Twain’s “I Feel Like a Woman”. Although the song choice could have been better, it was still an extremely good time with extremely great people. And the week moves on…
Being the California kids that we are, Tori and I have been absolutely pining for some sushi. So when Thursday night rolled around, we decided to take matters into our own hands and attempt to make it ourselves. Although it required rushing all across town to various markets, trying to get in before they closed, we successfully bought all of the required ingredients for some delectable sushi J . We did not bother to look up any actual instructions, but in the end the sushi turned out relatively well, especially for our first time. The ideal girls night just would not have been complete without some cheap pinot grigio, tiramisu, and the definition of a chick flick: Mean Girls. Needless to say, it was the ideal night in.
Friday was welcomed in with three hours of Renaissance Literature, and a group meeting to find a hostel for the upcoming trip to Paris. In the end, the group decided on a cheaper hotel opposed to a hostel… I think some members of the group may have taken the horror film a bit too seriously, but what’s done is done. Tori’s friend Jess, who studied abroad at San Marcos, invited us to a party that night. I didn’t even think twice when Tori asked if I wanted to go. Since leaving the states I have not been to one single house party and I was definitely ready for a break from the club scene. To make sure we dressed appropriately, Tori texted Jess to ask what we should wear and Jess said: Black, it’s funeral themed. Now my instant reaction was, no way. Who in their right mind thinks it will be loads of fun to have a funeral themed birthday? However, I already had make-up on my face, and the intention to go out so there was no turning back. We reluctantly approached the house and as soon as we opened the door we were warmly greeted by her friends and promptly introduced to everyone. The party was a blast. I met a ton of new friendly faces, and actually got to have some conversations (something the club scene is rather void of). The reason it was funeral themed was because Tim, the birthday boy, was mourning the loss of his youthful 20s and moving onward into his 30s. It was actually a really great theme, and if I had let my initial reaction hold me back, I would have missed out on an amazing, memorable night.
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