#4
i'd say that most days i was in scotland, i was hungover in the morning and drunk again by early evening. i wonder how i managed to not die, or at least not resort to crawling through the streets at night and puking on the sidewalk. at least i wouldn't be alone if i had.
wednesday we went to the national museum of scotland (i think?), which was sweet because there were skeletons.
there were other things, like old pottery and jewelry and weapons from the ancient celtic period, and a lot of descriptions based on assumptions since apparently no one actually knows anything about these people, but the best part was obviously the skeletons. i also saw robert the bruce's sword, which i forgot to take a picture of, but which was so badass that i don't think the picture would have truly done it justice. it was massive and would have killed you if you looked at it the wrong way. there was a lot more stuff, but once i got past ancient tribal warfare and medeival torture, i got bored and wanted to hang out on the roof instead.
once you got up on the roof you found yet another place for a beautiful panoramic view of edinburgh. i guess that's what happens when you have tall buildings and a city on a hill. the first picture i posted in my first entry was taken from that rooftop terrace. also, we saw dolly the cloned sheep, who was cloned at the university of edinburgh. she's stuffed and illuminated and spinning in a glass case in the royal museum.
after meeting the day's quota for culture, we decided it was time to go on a pub crawl, since clearly we hadn't been doing enough drinking here already. tom took me to rose street, and the entire time i thought he was saying "rowe street" which made me homesick for my hood but also seemed fitting that i should be pub-crawling there. we started at the bad ass (pictured above), which was nice but decidedly less badass than perhaps the name suggests. when i go into a pub with such a name, i don't expect posh leather sofas and coffee tables and trinkets on the walls and cocktail waitresses that politely bring me my pint while i read the paper.
we went to about seven different pubs, getting different beers every time. at one place tom suggested we try tenents ember, which neither of us had tried before, which tasted a little like what i imagine filtered diarrhea might be like. we finished, in the spirit of the crawl, but quickly moved on having learned our lesson. to be fair, tom guided me most of the week in my decisions on ales and this was the only time he steered me wrong.
at some point, we ended up in front of a pub called filthy mcnasty's. i was well into drunk and at that point where people shouldn't be seen in public with me, and upon reading the name i doubled over into my drunk cackle in the middle of the street. you all know the sapple drunk laugh; it's loud and it carries. so of course we had to drink there, and i giggled the entire time. then tom started talking about chicken sandwiches, which sounded totally sweet at the time so we went to burger king. yeah. i don't eat at burger king in the states, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. we sat in front of the window and made fun of everyone who walked by behind the safety of the glass.
by the time the sun went down we were legitimately stumbling. a day well spent. walking back, tom found a little ID photo of a blank-faced asian man on the ground, which we both greatly appreciated. i think he kept it, but i wish i had it. we got back to his dorm, fell asleep drunk at about 7 and woke up again around 11, just in time to mix more substances into my addled brains and go to a flat party nearby. i was socially and mentally retarded on account of things, so i sat in a chair and stared at everyone and talked to tom's hall mates whenever i could pull together some coherent sentences. good to know that college parties are awkward (or maybe, i'm awkward at college parties) no matter where in the world i am. stupid cunts are still stupid cunts, drunk girls are still embarrassing and hilarious, and i still don't know how to respond to being hit on other than pouring more alcohol down my throat and thinking of a reason why i need to go over there.
(tomorrow: titty bar!)
wednesday we went to the national museum of scotland (i think?), which was sweet because there were skeletons.
there were other things, like old pottery and jewelry and weapons from the ancient celtic period, and a lot of descriptions based on assumptions since apparently no one actually knows anything about these people, but the best part was obviously the skeletons. i also saw robert the bruce's sword, which i forgot to take a picture of, but which was so badass that i don't think the picture would have truly done it justice. it was massive and would have killed you if you looked at it the wrong way. there was a lot more stuff, but once i got past ancient tribal warfare and medeival torture, i got bored and wanted to hang out on the roof instead.
once you got up on the roof you found yet another place for a beautiful panoramic view of edinburgh. i guess that's what happens when you have tall buildings and a city on a hill. the first picture i posted in my first entry was taken from that rooftop terrace. also, we saw dolly the cloned sheep, who was cloned at the university of edinburgh. she's stuffed and illuminated and spinning in a glass case in the royal museum.
after meeting the day's quota for culture, we decided it was time to go on a pub crawl, since clearly we hadn't been doing enough drinking here already. tom took me to rose street, and the entire time i thought he was saying "rowe street" which made me homesick for my hood but also seemed fitting that i should be pub-crawling there. we started at the bad ass (pictured above), which was nice but decidedly less badass than perhaps the name suggests. when i go into a pub with such a name, i don't expect posh leather sofas and coffee tables and trinkets on the walls and cocktail waitresses that politely bring me my pint while i read the paper.
we went to about seven different pubs, getting different beers every time. at one place tom suggested we try tenents ember, which neither of us had tried before, which tasted a little like what i imagine filtered diarrhea might be like. we finished, in the spirit of the crawl, but quickly moved on having learned our lesson. to be fair, tom guided me most of the week in my decisions on ales and this was the only time he steered me wrong.
at some point, we ended up in front of a pub called filthy mcnasty's. i was well into drunk and at that point where people shouldn't be seen in public with me, and upon reading the name i doubled over into my drunk cackle in the middle of the street. you all know the sapple drunk laugh; it's loud and it carries. so of course we had to drink there, and i giggled the entire time. then tom started talking about chicken sandwiches, which sounded totally sweet at the time so we went to burger king. yeah. i don't eat at burger king in the states, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. we sat in front of the window and made fun of everyone who walked by behind the safety of the glass.
by the time the sun went down we were legitimately stumbling. a day well spent. walking back, tom found a little ID photo of a blank-faced asian man on the ground, which we both greatly appreciated. i think he kept it, but i wish i had it. we got back to his dorm, fell asleep drunk at about 7 and woke up again around 11, just in time to mix more substances into my addled brains and go to a flat party nearby. i was socially and mentally retarded on account of things, so i sat in a chair and stared at everyone and talked to tom's hall mates whenever i could pull together some coherent sentences. good to know that college parties are awkward (or maybe, i'm awkward at college parties) no matter where in the world i am. stupid cunts are still stupid cunts, drunk girls are still embarrassing and hilarious, and i still don't know how to respond to being hit on other than pouring more alcohol down my throat and thinking of a reason why i need to go over there.(tomorrow: titty bar!)
posted by sarah at 1:34 PM
1 Comments:
I'm just glad you remember all of this. It was an awesome week, though they all kind of blur together in that city.
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