New Year, New Topic to Ramble About

A new welcome to all-

I was given the opportunity last summer to study abroad, again, in London, and, again, I fell in love with the city and all it has to offer (most specifically the men, music, pubs and transportation).

Crumpets are an interesting thing and nothing is better than trying to explain what they are to someone who has never seen one or eaten one before. I am, by far no expert, and the best I can do is say they’re squishy, sort of like English muffins, cooked like pancakes but don’t taste like them. Sounds delicious, right? Ok, maybe not.

I’ve also noticed that individuals who do have experience with crumpet eating debate how exactly they should be eaten. Toasted with butter appears to be the traditional approach, but some prefer jams, cheese. The possibilities seem endless and I am dead-set on trying to make them myself (the store bought version in the US have the right consistency but have a really odd taste).

I’m armed with crumpet rings and ready for a really bland adventure (unless, I find myself an accented kitchen assistant- invite open!).

Why someone needs to take my phone, lock it up and shut down my text message capabilities.

Ok, so there's many more than one reason why I shouldn't be allowed to text message. My new found weekend freedom has led to a lot of needless drinking, which leads to needless drunk text messages. Of course, I think the messages are needed because I'm looking for someone to keep me positive reinforcement, attention or a drunk sleepover but they are never the right answer

Tonight I went on my first meet and greet with a guy from match. He's my age, super into music, adorable. Although I'm not quite sure we had a 100% connection, the conversation flowed and I would totally make out with him if the situation arose.

At the two drink mark he got up to use the bathroom, leaving me alone at the table with my cocktail and telephone. Disastrous combination. I forgot to mention that he sort of reminded me of my sister's boyfriend. Who, may have moments of douchiness, is witty and pretty cute.

He gets up to leave, I grab my phone and text my sister saying, "he's half asian (insert sis' boyfriend's name here) they look the same... but half asian.

Way to beat the whole "being asian thing with a stick asshole...

He came out of the bathroom shortly thereafter and we decided to part ways and share an awkward goodbye. I thought the goodbye was odd, considering how the conversation went, until I called my sister.

Me: Hey, why didn't you write back to my message???

Sister: huh? I'm in the library, what message?

Me: Are you joing? What are you talking about, you didn't get my message?

Shit!! Click.

I'm not the best with my blackberry, especially when I've had two beers and am not wearing my glasses.

Call my sister..

Me: holy shit, holy shit! I can't believe what I just did!!

Sister: calm down, why are you panicking.. what happened.

Me: explain... shit, I have to text him back.

So I write: Holy crap I meant to text that to my sister- you look a lot like her boyfriend but half Chinese, like you said. Shit! you're really cute and it was great to meet you!

Internet date: Ha, it's cool!

Me: Yeah, just as cool as that dj... thanks again for the drink and have a great night. Trying not to emphasize the mistake..

Internet date: God such a good dj. No problem have a good night.

One of the best things about it is my Blackberry is currently frozen with one of his messages stuck on the main screen. Maybe it'll serve as a gentle reminder??



EPIC FAIL