Wanna go home? Why, honey? When? We may never get this chance again.

So I have been trying to squeeze as much out of my life as possible lately. I'm wringing it dry.

Couple of notes, an outline sort of, of my life.

1. I will be taking Paul's (Irish guy, hot chocolate guy?) picture on Wednesday when I go in to say goodbye. He thinks Another Bullshit Night in Suck City is a great title. I agree. I think it also happens to be a fantastic book.

2. The guy who runs the quizzes we've been going to has turned out to be a much larger jerk than any of us ever dreamed him possible of being. "Our friend is leaving the country to go home, could you maybe say a goodbye to her after you announce the winners?" "Sure." And then he didn't. (There was something else, but that's not a story I care to tell.)

3. My cousins are awesome.

4. I miss you all very much.

5. No one wore mustaches to the mustachio bashio. LAME.

6. Not lame? Watching the sun rise over the ocean... from an extinct volcano. I'm going to miss Edinburgh.

7. The sun sets at 9:30-ish and rises at 4:45.


My life lately has involved plaid skirts, sweatshirts, street magicians complementing my handshake and my eye color, being chatted up by thirty-somethings, obnoxious quizmasters, casually naked men wandering into pub quizzes, lots and lots of pubs, and friends, and laughing. It has also involved mustaches. I'm really excited to see my family in three days, but I'm really sad to leave behind everyone I met here. Don't worry, I'll be coming back as soon as possible. I love you.

Ok, picture time!

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This is Ben. Ben thinks he's a pilgrim.

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This is Will. He is one of my favorite people on the planet and I'm going to miss him SO MUCH.

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This is Beth. I feel the same about Beth as I do about Will.

We might go skiing in Italy together.

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This is the face I make when I realize I know too much about Britney Spears.

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This is Jordan. She lives in Vancouver and does not watch Degrassi.

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This is David Hume. He didn't actually dress like that.

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Robert ordered a gin and tonic.

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Kevin ordered a whiskey.

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He is the scary-skinniest person I've ever met. This is at Aspen, by the way.

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This is the Meadows. It feeds my soul.

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They suit us.

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Cara turned into a floating head.

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Jessica and Owen. They're so cute together.

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This is Cara's roommate.

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Because we're tough.

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MUSTACHES

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They trapped me!

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Seriously. Sunrise. From an EXTINCT VOLCANO.

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CARA

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Sun's up.

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Pheasant! (Who just thought of Danny?)

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There were hundreds of them and they weren't afraid!

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Scaling Arthur's Seat

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Almost at the top now!

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Castle. Roughly 5:30 AM.

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I love my camera.

Waiting for the other spoon to drop

So I suppose I should tell you about Juice Monkeys now. It is where I get my non-Dunkin Donuts hot chocolate, and it is not white. It is chocolate-chocolate. With whipped cream.

So the first time I went there, I was thinking, "Awww, this place has a name that reminds me of middle school." The second time I went there, it was for the free wifi. The third time I went there, well:

So there's this Irish boy. (Famous last words...?) He's from Galway, and is super cute. He's always smiling, and he likes some excellent music, like Jeff Buckley. But not just "Hallelujah" Jeff. No, the first Jeff Buckley song I heard him play was "Forget Her," which is wicked legit. And he has read the Brontes and has an opinion on them -- which is to say he prefers Austen, but an opinion is an opinion -- and he writes.

Needless to say, I've developed something of a crush on him.

So when I'm home, I drink a lot of hot chocolate. And with the wifi, I've been drinking quite a bit of hot chocolate. Which would be fine, but it offers me lots of opportunities to make a fool of myself. Like the time I asked him what he studied and he told me had a masters in psychology. And I, of course, dropped my spoon. Which is one thing. But I bent down to pick it up, and I fell off my chair.

I had been waiting, you know, for the other spoon to drop.

Which it did this afternoon. And rather spectacularly, I might add.



I stopped in for a hot chocolate today after class with Kevin from New York and Robert from Milwaukee. Lucky Charms (copyrighted by SFerry, 2009) was working and he told me to take a seat and he'd bring my chocolate over in a minute. So he brought my hot chocolate over and I hung out drinking it and talking sports and politics with Kevin and Robert (Yes, Courtney -- that's what I said, too!) When it was time to leave, there were two people placing an order at the counter, but I hadn't paid. He told me I could just pay him next time and I smiled and thanked him very politely. And I left gracefully as possible.

Which isn't very.

As I pulled open the door and held it for Robert and Kevin, my shoulder banged against the wall. And a light switch. Which turned off all the lights in the front of the shop. But there were three or four switches and I was forced to immediately weigh in my head the value of my two options: trial and error, which could be spectacular or disastrous, and just running away.

I promptly fled.