You know what? I love clubbing. It's fun. Alex's friend, Steve, is visiting from Atlanta, so the three of us went out clubbing with Carina and her friends in Chelsea. I kind of like waking up the next morning and thinking, "Did that really happen? Cuz that was weird." For example, did three men really start a fight over Alex? Yep. Did Carina really go home with her brother, two friends, and a guy on crutches? Totally. Did I really dance for a while with an American frat boy, and then suddenly ditch him for no reason? I think so.
On Saturday, a few of us went over to Alicia's for tacos. Yum yum! She made the most delicious guacamole. I didn't even know I liked guacamole, but I wanted to eat that stuff by the spoonful. I decided that might be just a tad uncouth, though, so I refrained.
Here is a picture of men in kilts from the St. Patty's Day celebration at Trafalgar Square (which was totally lame by the time we got there).
And if you go here, there are pictures of Emily, Stonehenge and Oxford. Yay!!