Christmas, Chocolates and Chaos

Last Friday we had the ultimate 80's Power Hour Work Out Dance Party. I have to say it was by far amazingness on the Fourth Floor. Provided by Steph M, there was also an Irish tune thrown into the mix. Love her. haha. Silvia's biffle flatmate from florida is here visiting and she is AWESOME :) She got right into our 80's attire and crazy shananigans right off the bat. Highlights include some favorites: summer of '69, boys of summer, jesse's girl (i dedicated that one to you jessmeister) We got reemed out by our "friend" down the hall and basically ended the night with a long game of never have i ever. For some reason it is found enjoyable to call me out on a few of the more interesting experiences and embarassing moments i have shared with these kids...and Danielle or Steph never cease to let up. Love it.

Saturday we woke up bright and early to head to Brugge (Belgium) for the day. and by early I mean early. We left at 515am, and had to snag a cab to make sure we made it to the bus stop on time. Scott of course had some issues, but did indeed make it in the knick of time. The trip itself was fun, but not worth the amount of traveling we ended up enduring. We coached to the coast of Dover, took SeaFrance across the water, got off in Calais, France and then coached our way to Brugge. We only had about 3 hours in the city, which wasnt much time to enjoy it thoroughly enough. However there were really cool Christmas markets, food vendors, chocolate shoppes, and awesome architecture. Apparently Brugge is very similiar to Venice, so I was glad I got to experience Italy slightly. I saw this amazing looking soup/stew thing boiling at one of the vendors and really wanted to try it, but it was actually a bunch of snails soaking in a stew stock. The woman asked if Scott and I wanted to try one though, so we said c'est la vie and gave it a whirl. It was wicked good. Like REALLY good. It taked like a clam or mussel perhaps. yum. Of course there were waffles baking every where and chocolate galour so you could literally smell the city from a mile away. Too bad it was really cold, and was pouring outside. Made for some really chilled hands, let me tell you. They've never been so white. The trip home was hell. in a nutshell. we got to the ferry on time. but the winds and weather were so bad they had closed the Dover port in England. We werent going to be able to catch the ferry until 10 pm. (it was now 7pm). There was no where for us to eat but a mini shack with a few toilets, three vending machines (which only took coins) and sold dixie cups of hot liquid, or a bottle of soda. We get on the bus and curl up to watch Wild Hogs (thank god the DVD player decided to work) which was the only movie that would work in the player for some reason. The bus driver comes and calls our attention at about half past eight to tell us that we now would not be able to get onto the first ferry at 10 and werent going to be leaving France until midnight. MIDNIGHT!....well, to skip the next 45 minutes-- We actually were able to get on the ship at half past nine actually. we dont know how or why, but we were. The journey was absolutely awful. the ship was rocking and rolling the entire time. if you were walking you were literally swaying from side to side of the ship. im not exagerating. walking down the stairs i felt like i was being lifted 5 ft from the ground. i thought i was going to puke. so i went and lied down the rest of the time with my eyes closed until we pulled into England. Next time remember: Journey time vs Travel time = ALWAYS GO FOR THE JOURNEY.

Sunday Katie and Scott took me to Camden Market. Amazing. It was like spitalfields on steroids. i loved it so so much. i wish i had gone earlier in the year, but never had the chance. so many things i wish i could have the chance to enjoy more. I am going to miss the market culture more than anything. When we got home we all were cramming for our final reports that we had to have handed in for Monday morning. stressful 3500 word paper. but its done. its over. 18 pages later. phew.

Monday was Tigger's (aka Silvia) birthday. Celebrations included going out for dinner at Las Iguanas, and getting some yummy Sangria. Then we carried on over to the Roadhouse and danced the night away. Yummy drinks there as well for half price. yay. Philidelphia Pear Drop and a Georgia Peach (can you tell they americanized their bar for the most part?) They also have live music, and a really sweet cover band. who started the night with a blink 182 cover, which i of course freaked out about because i'm lame like that.

Last night we went to Builder's for just a bit for some Winter Pimm's and Fawn's last big Hurrah! with everyone since she'll be so busy tonight. I'm not talking about leaving. It's too sad.

I called the SEC Holiday party at 430 this morning. oh man. i love you guys, you shizzle shows. I think I even spoke with Rob Eaton!! ROB EATON I MISS YOUUUUU!!! (and our frequent meetings on the elevator of the West Side, or staircases of Merrow) I miss all of you lovers, and can't wait to see you next week.

Moving on... it's time for breakfast.

x Krista