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Published: March 19th 2007
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Before I came to Scotland, I drank maybe once a month, probably not even that much. Friends back home will testify. Now? - Almost every weekend. Why this has happened, you might ask. The drinking culture here is strong. They start drinking at about 6pm and last till the early rays of sun start peeking through the thick grey clouds. This is evident in their “no more food served” policy after 6. I, unfortunately, do not have the Scottish stamina for partying and drinking and start looking for my bed at around 12. I feel if they could start drinking at a more decent time, say 9-10, then I may be able to go past midnight.
It’s the middle of March and it is snowing. I had a hang over from hell this morning and had to take one of my most coveted green pills (Advil gel caps). I was supposed to call my parents today but realized that the only place that sells phone cards is closed on Sundays. Actually, I really should have known better; many places are not open Saturdays and Sundays.
I’ve booked a trip to Switzerland to visit my cousin in Lausanne. I’ll be
going for four days from the 6th of April to the 10th. I’m still in negotiations with my Canadian roommate about a trip to Spain during the Easter two week break.
I couldn’t be in Ireland for St. Patrick’s Day but made sure to celebrate to the best of my ability. I made it to 2am this time!
I took the initiative of stealing the bar drinking menu and taking home some of the more interesting club/bar flyers they keep putting on the tables.
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Karen
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Yay! An update finally!
Good to hear you're preparing your liver for your welcome-home party this summer. heheh