I’m all moved in and almost settled into my new English home with my English housemates ready to live my English life. I am living with two girls, Cat and Ele, and an Irish guy, James. They are all awesome! They had been living here together for the past week but we all had dinner the night I arrived and we got along instantly. I give James a lot of credit for voluntarily living with three girls, but I believe he had been sleeping on someone’s couch up until then so he may have been desperate.
I am living on the top floor of our three floor house along with Cat and my room is adorable. It’s still a little bare and could use some pictures and decorations but I just got sheets, a blanket and towels two days ago… one thing at a time. It is located right on the edge of the city making it very convenient to walk home at nights. (It’s near the Ropewalk at the intersection of Derby Ilkeston for those of you familiar with the area – you’d also be interested to know they have remade the Ropewalk and it is more of a wine bar then a sports pub and more expensive, so very disappointing.)
We have some weird neighbors. We haven’t figured out who exactly lives there yet but there is always a group of about ten teenage guys, girls and some young kids hanging out in the front yard. Ele refers to it as the “teenage mothers meeting” and could very well be correct. Yesterday one of the guys was sitting on our fence and didn’t look interested in moving as we arrived back home. None of us said anything of course; I’m terrified of them. Instead we watched through the window as a girl who looked about 14 tried to take a pacifier sucking toddler for a motor bike ride. I should probably find out the number for the local Child Services organization, just in case. We have come home at night and stumbled past the strong smell of pot. At least we know where to go for that; we could barter baby-sitting services for drugs. (jk) There is also a lot of music in the area. I listened to what sounded like ‘The Anger Management’ tour playing at Jones Beach the other night from my room. The following night it was classical music; whoever is blessing the neighborhood with their stereo has quite a varied taste in music. I thought it might be the neighbors but when I looked out back, they were busy building a fort by the opening in their backyard fence with various broken items: washing machine, old bicycle, broken picnic table, etc… the little children were helping. James says we should kidnap the kids and use them as slaves in our house. I think I might write them a letter explaining what school is. They all look bored, it would give them something to do during the days.
Ele and James are in law school and invited us to their “law night” outing on Wednesday. All the law students were planning on meeting at the Lizard Lounge, a bar/club in a nice part of the city. Before going there we made a stop at BZR where they offer 3 for 1 drinks (for 3.25 you get vodka mixes with three shots each). It was Ele, Cat and I, therefore we thought we should do four rounds before heading off to law night. (go ahead, slap me) I was impressed I drank it all within the 1 1/2 we were there and didn’t vomit and I was even more impressed that Cat and Ele handled it with more ease then me. These girls can drink. I attempted one more drink at Dogma, where we ended up in order to avoid the massive queue at Lizard Lounge, but I knew then my night was over. I headed home before the other girls in order to get first stab at the bathroom. I spent the whole following morning in the bathroom as well. James and Ele sleep on the second floor next to the bathroom and James feared someone was dying when listening to me. I tried to explain that this is normal for me… they’ll get used to it. James and Ele can’t even remember how they got home and neither of them were sick, why can’t I handle my liquor? I just don’t get it. Maybe English blood is more dense. Oh well, it gives me something to work towards this year.
I haven’t really done much of anything other then shop since I’ve been here. I am getting frustrated with all the money I am spending; I have to keep reminding myself that I can’t live without food and towels and sheets are an amenity I deserve to have. And now that I am somewhat settled, I am anxious to open the communication lines between me and the rest of the world so hopefully I will be posting this today from my computer through my very own internet connection. (Some of you may even receive a phone call when our phone gets turned on.)
Till then… Cheers America!