Easter weekend was spent in St Andrews, which was pretty awesome. I would have been even more awesome if I had remembered that it was Easter when I booked the flights, and as such didn’t need to be back home for Sunday evening. Goddamn it.
Things I did in St Andrews:
Met Americans – Seriously, St Andrews has Americans like Nottingham has Chinese kids. I am pretty sure I only met two Scottish students, compared to around twenty Americans and a handful of English kids.
Ate Vegan – Not only is Meredith an excellent cook, more than able to make me forget there’s no meat in the meal, but she also took me along to the vegan society’s Sunday brunch, where there were all manner of delicious things I couldn’t pronounce (chorizo? charizo? charizard?). Also: a man who can make fondant from mashed potato.
Ate not-so-vegan – Gourmet ice-cream, a fudge doughnut and a deep-fried battered Cadbury Creme Egg. Oh sweet lordy.
Got caught barefoot in a blizzard – “It’s like, five steps from the door, you don’t need your shoes!” It most certainly wasn’t and I most certainly did!
Generally abused a pretty girl’s hospitality – I hope your bathroom’s dried out? <3
Generally commentary, in the following numbered list:
1. Chorizo, it’s spicy Spanish sausage. And Finlay will soon rule the world. Besides Jack, he should probably be your among your first homosexual crushes.
2. How could you forget the seitan?
3. How was the absinthe cake?
4. It’s like five steps from the door. Get over it.
5. It snowed again today.
6. My bathroom smells like mildewing bathmat. Still.
That is all.
M
But pronounced choritho? Or do we not bother with that, and totally bastardise (that’s bastardize for those of you who, well, bastardise a perfectly good language) it as only the English (and Americans) can?
1. Who said Jack was my first?
2. Hail Satan!
3. Delicious, and consuming it with liquid absinthe really enhances the flavour
4. It wasn’t and I shan’t :p