Catching Up

Don't have a lot of time right now, but I will give a brief synapsis of the last couple days.

Thursday, I worked all day. It was pretty busy. When I got home I decided to cook something nice, so I had a lovely garlic-basil salmon that I fried on the stove. It was delicious. I did some work on my paper Thursday night, but I find it very difficult to do school work on the days I work full time.

Friday I had a half day, so after work I came home and did about four hours of research on my paper. Then I had to meet up with Real World and some of her work friends at a pub. They were decent folk. Real World ended up getting so drunk that by the time we reached the restaurant (730), she passed out with her head face down on the table. When we left at 930, she had regained her composure enough to suggest that she would like to go home (no shit). Three of the girls there (after asking if I was going to take her home - which the clear answer was "hell no", but I will call her a cab) insisted on taking her all the way home.

I suppose that was best, but I was conflicted by that. Real World is my friend, so if she's in trouble, the responsibility falls to me, not some people that she just met. But, I felt that she was together enough that she could get home on her own. So I didn't want to ruin my night if it wasn't entirely necessary. Maybe I should have been more helpful. I'm still not sure. The whole thing was really irritating because I felt like there was this expectation that because I know her, that I should pay for a 20 pound cab ride all the way up to Northwest London just to ensure that she gets home safely. I simply don't know her that well - we're not close enough friends. Maybe I'm being selfish. Or maybe I just think everyone overreacted.

At any rate, after they left to take her home, the rest of us went to this club and saw this band play. They were quite good. I'm a bit fatigued by the club scene though. To give you an indication of how worthless it is, I was talking to this really cute French girl last night when it became evident that: A. She didn't speak English, and B. Neither one of us could hear a word that the other was saying. I did get her name, though.

Today I spent most of the day working on my paper. It's coming along smoothly. I haven't actually written much, but I feel very good about the progress. I think I'll pull it off.

Tonight I actually have a date with a very nice American girl that I met at school. We're just going for coffee, but I'm hopeful. I know her a little bit and she's definitely my type, so we'll see. You don't really go to a foreign country to meet an American girl, but then again, you can't really plan those things. Of course, knowing my luck, she'll either ditch me onto the friend train, turn out to be practically engaged, or simply be a lesbian. That pretty much sums up my experiences with all the women I've met here so far. Such is life. Still, I'm hopeful.