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Sunday, July 8
More from London. Let me see what I can remember.
A friend of Troys was dodging a call by a guy who was in the Libertines while we drank pitchers of Sangria during Hora Loca. That was interesting. We drank vodka at her place later, then Troy and I went back to his place via the Underground while her and the girls went out dancing. T and I picked up sandwiches and beer for the ride back, then went out to his local bar (not the local pub), and a Jewish girl told him "Your friend is rude, he says he cant understand me", after I couldnt understand her and told her Troy would translate. I guess she was speaking English, albeit with a thick hebrew accent. T and I left and discussed Marxism for another hour or two, Troy being more leftist than I remembered. But it was fun. Then time to get some rest.
The next day was filled with a trip to the pub for some pool played with red and orange balls only, and a walk around the theater district with Dan, his other roommate. Or one of them. Still not sure how many people live at his flat, officially or unofficially. Dan has some computer job and spends 45 min of every lunch break at the pub playing pool. He is good at it. We Walked around and saw the sights and the set up to the Tour de France. Also, I missed the bar fight later that night but it happened outside. Still, the good thing is, no guns in this country. I rather like that. Then it was home to email Charlotte, let her know my flight left at 7am, and that I would meet her in Zurich at 9:45 local time. An hour and a half hours of sleep later it was time to get in the taxi. It is amazing how little sleep you need when navigating around Europe.
A friend of Troys was dodging a call by a guy who was in the Libertines while we drank pitchers of Sangria during Hora Loca. That was interesting. We drank vodka at her place later, then Troy and I went back to his place via the Underground while her and the girls went out dancing. T and I picked up sandwiches and beer for the ride back, then went out to his local bar (not the local pub), and a Jewish girl told him "Your friend is rude, he says he cant understand me", after I couldnt understand her and told her Troy would translate. I guess she was speaking English, albeit with a thick hebrew accent. T and I left and discussed Marxism for another hour or two, Troy being more leftist than I remembered. But it was fun. Then time to get some rest.
The next day was filled with a trip to the pub for some pool played with red and orange balls only, and a walk around the theater district with Dan, his other roommate. Or one of them. Still not sure how many people live at his flat, officially or unofficially. Dan has some computer job and spends 45 min of every lunch break at the pub playing pool. He is good at it. We Walked around and saw the sights and the set up to the Tour de France. Also, I missed the bar fight later that night but it happened outside. Still, the good thing is, no guns in this country. I rather like that. Then it was home to email Charlotte, let her know my flight left at 7am, and that I would meet her in Zurich at 9:45 local time. An hour and a half hours of sleep later it was time to get in the taxi. It is amazing how little sleep you need when navigating around Europe.
1 Comments:
A thick JEWISH accent? Hebrew, I suppose you mean. Was she from Israel? An Israeli? Silly Goyim ;)
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Whit, 9:43 AM
Whit, 9:43 AM
