A Demon Barber and a Pint

Today was my chill day, but it was still great. Nikki had class from 11-1 and from 4-6, so I slept in, edited some pictures, and posted some things online before Nikki came back, and we went to Fratelli Cafe for lunch. I had a ham and cheese croissant and a Nutella crepe. Then Nikki showed me this building that looked like Hogwarts. On the way to it, we also passed this little church that still had scars from World War II. It was interesting and a bit strange to see real damage from that war. It made history so much more real. We were walking down a street, and as I looked around, I spotted the name of it. “Hm, that’s so familiar. Why is that so familiar? I’ve heard of this street before. What’s on this street? What is on Fleet Str....OH! Fleet Street!” I got really excited, and once Nikki realized why I was spazzing out, she was like, “Oh yeah, this is Fleet Street. The barber shop’s here somewhere...” I found it funny that she’s so used to it that she totally forgot. She kept apologizing for it being a slower day, but I thought those things were fantastic. Fleet Street made my day.

We stopped by the King’s equivalent of a student union and visited Rachel for a bit. Then Nikki headed to class, and I began my first adventure alone through London. I just needed to find Kingsway, and I would be home free: I knew how to get back from there, but I had to turn around about three times before I finally found it. Then it changes names sometimes, so it would stop looking familiar, and I would freak out until I saw something I recognized. Eventually, I felt like I belonged, and I stopped by a drug store on the way home and got some necessities and cash, then headed back to Commonwealth Hall. One I got back I talked with Paul on Skype, and I even got to IM with Brittnie a little bit. It was a really nice piece of home.

Then Nikki came home, and we went down to get dinner in the hall (Yay free food!). Afterwards, Rachel, Nikki, and I went to a pub called The Rocket, and I ordered a pint of Guinness (because you can’t go to England without getting a pint at a local pub). I had about two thirds of it before I felt a bit queasy. It really wasn’t very good, but it was a fun experience nonetheless. There was also a football/soccer match on at the pub too, so I got to experience the same excitement of drunk American sports fans but over a less exciting sport. Just kidding, Europeans: I like soccer. It was a relaxed day, but I loved it.

Quote of the Day

Me: “I’m glad I didn’t get the curly fries, because I would have asked for ‘fries’ instead of ‘chips.’”

Nikki: “You don’t have to pretend you’re English, Bobbie...”