O noes why did I drink!? I feel a warm happiness that will not be helpful for all the reading/essay planning I have to get done tonight! The good news is that it's only quarter past nine. So I have a little time to sober up and then get down to business.
We went to Cooper's for the Scotland game and it was fun except that Scotland lost 0-2. Do you want to see what a pub looks like during a Scotland game? Good. Because here are a couple pictures:
Watching the game was fun, despite the loss. There was a random guy that ran out onto the pitch and he was obviously so drunk/high/both that his facial expression was practically blank. He just waved his hat around and ran. Then the security people came to take him off and his expression didn't change at all... He just kept running with them. It was awesome. Also I love Scottish fans. There are always some guys that just randomly bellow "SCO'LAN'!" when it gets quiet and nothing is happening. And then whenever something good happens everyone goes "EYYYYYYY" in unison. It's very Tim & Mike-esque. See icon. And Cooper's was pretty cool... It was the most "Winchester"-like pub (OMG sorry to be an obsessive Pegg/Frost fan) I've seen yet... Complete with crisps sold behind the bar and video game machines. I think there are probably lots of pubs like that here, but I've been in the weird ones. The 78, my usual hotspot, is quite unique because it is an organic/vegan pub and there are no TVs or anything. They play records on a gramaphone. It's amazing. But not typical.
Of course after Scotland lost, Amy and I ended up going to The 78 to drown our sorrows. We each only had one drink but then Robin showed up and we sat with him for a little bit, and then one of his smoking buddies appeared and we went outside to sit with that guy and his new friend. But then we left.
Oh my! Now it's half nine and I am still writing this! Boo alcohol-inspired slowness.
Amy is so much fun. I wish she would stay here for the weekend more often. She's lucky that she lives close enough to home that she can go there every weekend and take advantage of the internet/mom doing laundry/food, but I selfishly want to hang out with her on weekends. Luckily we finally swapped phone numbers and will probably send each other annoying random texts. I feel like she could become the Joel to my Oliver. Only a few people will understand that analogy.
Sobering up now, time to get to work.
We went to Cooper's for the Scotland game and it was fun except that Scotland lost 0-2. Do you want to see what a pub looks like during a Scotland game? Good. Because here are a couple pictures:
Watching the game was fun, despite the loss. There was a random guy that ran out onto the pitch and he was obviously so drunk/high/both that his facial expression was practically blank. He just waved his hat around and ran. Then the security people came to take him off and his expression didn't change at all... He just kept running with them. It was awesome. Also I love Scottish fans. There are always some guys that just randomly bellow "SCO'LAN'!" when it gets quiet and nothing is happening. And then whenever something good happens everyone goes "EYYYYYYY" in unison. It's very Tim & Mike-esque. See icon. And Cooper's was pretty cool... It was the most "Winchester"-like pub (OMG sorry to be an obsessive Pegg/Frost fan) I've seen yet... Complete with crisps sold behind the bar and video game machines. I think there are probably lots of pubs like that here, but I've been in the weird ones. The 78, my usual hotspot, is quite unique because it is an organic/vegan pub and there are no TVs or anything. They play records on a gramaphone. It's amazing. But not typical.
Of course after Scotland lost, Amy and I ended up going to The 78 to drown our sorrows. We each only had one drink but then Robin showed up and we sat with him for a little bit, and then one of his smoking buddies appeared and we went outside to sit with that guy and his new friend. But then we left.
Oh my! Now it's half nine and I am still writing this! Boo alcohol-inspired slowness.
Amy is so much fun. I wish she would stay here for the weekend more often. She's lucky that she lives close enough to home that she can go there every weekend and take advantage of the internet/mom doing laundry/food, but I selfishly want to hang out with her on weekends. Luckily we finally swapped phone numbers and will probably send each other annoying random texts. I feel like she could become the Joel to my Oliver. Only a few people will understand that analogy.
Sobering up now, time to get to work.
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