Another lost weekend
Yet again this weekend disappeared into past tense, I can't really recall how or why, but its 9:30 on Monday morning and my unread textbooks are taunting me. This has to be quick, as always, there is too much to do. Between right now (or rather, when I get started) and six this evening, I intend/hope/pray to get most of my week's reading done, letting off the pressure that is consuming me. There is no routine here, no breathing room, and that is part of the trip. I turned to Fun Train yesterday and said "this is the happiest I've ever been" and at that moment I was telling the honest to god truth.
So Friday night we tumbled into Magdalen, gaping at the beauty of the place, and took an early night in hopes of being responsible. But Saturday dawned to brunch and work, and little academics occurrred, moving through to Saturday evening and all of a sudden we were cooking, eating, and off out the door. On an aside, our organic vegetable delivery on Friday has made me stupidly happy, veggies a'plenty and I don't quite know what to do with them all, but we managed to throw them togehter into tastiness, and the surprise of new veggies every week is better than christmas.
The club we went to Saturday was like Cafe Campus only not, the same vibe, only different music, and I gladly fell into typical patterns (although, sadly, without Ian to dance with). Sunday, well, Sunday we had our second installment of 'Roast Oxford', with Temple Bar gaining a whopping 4/5 for its superior yorkshires (although nothing compared to those I get at home!) and low low prices. Next week's location is still up in the air. Instead of being responsible, I joined some colleagues in a city bus tour, which was far too much fun, and learned a few things about Oxford. So now, now I am faced with piles of books. My plan for today is to finish the one sitting in front of me, hit the library to pick up two more (if they are in) and then read those, finally heading down to the library in town and maybe to Union for the rest of the day. Bear in mind that even the most carefully laid plans rarely survive the first engagement with the enemy.
So Friday night we tumbled into Magdalen, gaping at the beauty of the place, and took an early night in hopes of being responsible. But Saturday dawned to brunch and work, and little academics occurrred, moving through to Saturday evening and all of a sudden we were cooking, eating, and off out the door. On an aside, our organic vegetable delivery on Friday has made me stupidly happy, veggies a'plenty and I don't quite know what to do with them all, but we managed to throw them togehter into tastiness, and the surprise of new veggies every week is better than christmas.
The club we went to Saturday was like Cafe Campus only not, the same vibe, only different music, and I gladly fell into typical patterns (although, sadly, without Ian to dance with). Sunday, well, Sunday we had our second installment of 'Roast Oxford', with Temple Bar gaining a whopping 4/5 for its superior yorkshires (although nothing compared to those I get at home!) and low low prices. Next week's location is still up in the air. Instead of being responsible, I joined some colleagues in a city bus tour, which was far too much fun, and learned a few things about Oxford. So now, now I am faced with piles of books. My plan for today is to finish the one sitting in front of me, hit the library to pick up two more (if they are in) and then read those, finally heading down to the library in town and maybe to Union for the rest of the day. Bear in mind that even the most carefully laid plans rarely survive the first engagement with the enemy.
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