Day 2x: KNOCKED!

So, Day 2. Andaiye had to get the ball rolling on registering and all her school business. Me on the other hand, I was KNOCKED! Knocked out that is. I’ve never experienced jetlag before, and still don’t know if I have, but I was just sleeping, sleeping, sleeping. I think it’s because it’s so cool and rainy here. Don’t nothing put me out like some raindrops, I tell ya. And let me tell you about the SAUNA I was sleeping in. We didn’t know how to work the heater, dumb foreigner move #1, so we just turned the dial and wished for the best. WRONG! I woke up next to Satan drinking a glass of ice water! We just turned that dangblasted thing off. But I tell you that heat ain’t leaving no time soon.

So anyway, once I finally got my lazy arse out of the bed (which is really just a blanket pallet on Andaiye’s floor, lol) I decided to get up and go walk around town. But wait…guess who didn’t know how to work the shower? Ding ding ding, it’s ME! Just Breon! My dumb foreigner self (move #2) sat there for about 20 minutes trying to turn this shower on. I ended up going old school…soap, water, and a sink. Don’t judge me, you’ve done it before too. So after getting so fresh and so clean, clean. I put my clothes on, sprayed my smell goods, and walked out the door.

 This town is sooo beautiful. I’m going to take some pictures soon and load them up so you can see. It’s full of hills and store fronts and brownstones and gorgeous churches. Really nice, and so clean, but still a college town. The center of town reminds me of Ann Arbor a little bit, only much better. So, the first order of business was to get a cell phone. Cuz you know, even if you not using it, you need a cell phone on the hip to feel connected with the outside world. So, I went to this place called Orange, yes I said Orange. (Andaiye got hers from there yesterday) and got a Pay as you Go plan, or “tariff” as they call it. They have T-Mobile here, but they was trippin’ on the rates. You know, it’s cheaper to call the U.S. than other people in the UK. Ha! Sweet for me, sucks for them! They do have Sprint and some of the other big names, but not where I am, just in London. So, I got my phone and my number is (0) 7975513160. But if you’re calling me from the states, you have to dial 011-44-7975513160. Noooo really, you have to dial all of those numbers. It’s cool though, gotta stay in contact wit my peoples. The people at Orange were cool, escpecially this extra friendly Rico Suave dude, hilarious!

 I leave the store, and there’s a woman there, with her dog, selling papers, and speaking COCKNEY! Oh thanx to the Gods, because that definitely made me smile. She was like (phonetic spelling),” Pay-puh, pay-puh, ge’ the noos. (talking to dog) Si’ Shel-lee, Si’ gurl. Good gurl. Si’ fuh mah-mee.” It was classic! So I’m walking down the streets and it’s just bustlin’ with folks. Now something you need to know. Here, they definitely don’t believe in personal space. Everything is so close and narrow. There is someone CONSTANTLY in my personal bubble…slapping distance all day. The streets are so narrow, the sidewalks are so narrow, the cars are so small they look like hotwheels. Me and Andaiye were imagining a Hummer coming down the street. It would tear this place UP!

 So, I went back to the flat to chill out a bit, watch a dvd…ha! but again, I was KNOCKED! Didn’t even make it halfway through the movie. So sad. Andaiye came home from her day on campus out of breath and tired, so she just crashed on the bed. So, after catching each other up on our day, we said hey, let’s go chill with the roomies (the french gentleman and the british model/footballer). So we decide to go bar hopping, AT 9:00. What?! Who does that? That’s still nap time, before the pre-sip and before you even know who’s going out in the states. By the way, the pre-sip is called “necking cans” here. So we’re walking through town trying to find hot spots. Liam (the model) went undergrad here, so he knows where all the bars and clubs are. Bar 1= nice spot, people watching rugby, good music (me and Andaiye were getting it!) and a drunk British man that constantly danced and approached anything that made the slighest movement or hinted at dancing and drunk other peoples beers…too funny! Bar 2= old people, Bar 3= ghosttown, Bar 4= Timepiece, The “it” bar, especially on Wed…it’s Tuesday. It was alright, chill spot, good conversation, turned out to be salsa night, left before it even got started.

So, we went home around 12 and decided to call it a night. Chilled for a little bit, but didn’t take long before I was KNOCKED.

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