Music: Nightmare Before Christmas
Reading: Dante's Inferno
Nothing that exciting to tell. I've been writing papers for the past two days. All day Saturday I read an entire novel. All day Sunday I wrote a paper for it. All day today I wrote a paper about Frankenstein. Sundays and Mondays are my busy days, every week, because I'm oh so great at procrastinating...
Hey, the work gets done.
Saturday night met me with a real treat! FIREWORKS!!! Only one of my favorite things ever. Right outside my window. Over the rooftops of Oxford. It was pretty sweet. Extra celebrations for Guy Fawkes Day. Man, these Brits really like thwarting treason. If it means I get to see fireworks, then I don't care. They could be celebrating the invention of the scone for all I care. As long as I see fireworks I'm happy. Oh, and the tower you see silhouetted is the Bodleian Library. Only in Oxford...
Last night it was Rachel's birthday, so we went out to dinner. Jamie's Italian. As in Jamie Oliver from The Naked Chef. No, he doesn't cook naked...and to be honest I've never seen the show. But his food is delicious so he could if he wanted to. The napkin might have accidentally found it's way into my pocked before leaving. A fact I conveniently did not notice until I had already left. Now I have proof that I ate at one of Jamie's restaurants.
What my weekend was composed of...reading Frakenstein, getting my Ale Trail shirt, and Jamie Oliver's restaurant. Not a bad weekend actually, looking back.
The food was amazing. Service not so great. Music choice was just plain weird. Genie in a Bottle, Livin La Vida Loca, Ice Ice Baby, The Hustle, and Play that Funky Music were included in their playlist. Nostaligic for the 90s much? 90s themed parties have surfaced, making me feel really old. Granted it has been 10 years. Still weird though.
While at dinner, I was talking to Frank, who I also studied abroad with in Italy. We reminisced about our field trip to Florence...I know...they dragged us to Florence kicking and screaming...it was abosolutely brutal. Our group had managed to find an Irish pub called JJ Cathedral. Sitting on their small balcony, sipping my drink called a Snakebite (cider, ale, and some fruity flavoring that makes it a dark pink color), and admiring the Duomo bathed in nightlight. Yeah. The pub was right across the square from the Duomo of Florence.
"If you don't watch your feet, there's no telling where you will be swept off to."
Wise words dear Bilbo...wise words.
Ciao...
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