fancy shmancy

Today we decided to be classy and have afternoon "tea" aka coffee at the cafe on campus. The cookie thing, similar to the ones served on planes, was frickin delicious and I still don't know what it's called. I saved the wrapper though and I plan on finding it at the store, after which i will purchase a year supply of them. (mom i'm gonna need a little extra food money for this investment, thank you.) And who would have known that marshmellows were good on more than just hot chocolate?!?! Apparently the british do! Because they melted and made a big gooey mess on the top of my mocha that made every sip sweeter than the last. Then it started to rain outside as we watched from the window. It was pretty much perfect and I'm sorry but I don't think I'll ever come home.

In order to continue our classy-ness, we had a formal dinner that night. After a group photo we were served wine on the law. It made me think of my parents and their obsession with the drink and also made me question how the hell they can sip that shit like it's apple juice. Normally as you continue to drink, alcohol begins to taste more and more like water. Wine on the other hand, contrary to a popular saying, gets WORSE with age! Every sip was stronger than the last and at dinner (where we were served another glass of white and red wine) I found myself holding back a gag each time I took a sip! Dinner, however, was great...all 12 courses of it. We started with some crab/salad shit with guacamole on the bottom and a lemon sorbet on top. Weird ass combination but actually quite tasty! The next course was beef (helllllz yeah), broccoli, carrots, and the best potatoes of my life. (sorry mom..it's only cuz they used a gallon of butter per potato i think) the PA sitting next to me kept saying how excited she was for 'pudding' but then they brought out shooters with some pistachio cream (effing delicousss) in them and I was like, uhhh crazy bitch this is not pudding. GET THIS! pudding=dessert, mousse=pudding, and then I started asking for other weird words and found out jelly=jello, and jam=jelly. Those crazy Brits.

Then the classy-ness ended and they took us to a club called 'big poppadaddy's' (i'm curious to know who makes this shit up). It was cheap drinks night so we each got something called a casablanca which was the best thing I've ever tasted, and then a long island iced tea..which was basically alcohol with a splash of more alcohol and a pinch of iced tea. I had to chug that shit like a champ cuz it was waaay to nasty to sip on. Parents, you would have been proud. Needless to say a mere 2 drinks didn't even get me tipsy (I mean come on I'm a Hunter) but I still danced like a crazy person on the dance floor. Although it doesn't take alcohol in my system for me to do that.