Yes, I got a little rosy cheeked this weekend. A couple times, thanks to a combination of wine, peer pressure, curiousity, and my evil twin Steve. But I’m sober now, and still enjoying London, except for the part where I spent six straight hours reading Blighty yesterday and didn’t have anything to eat except for a bag of rice (and yes, I did eat it from the bag). Homework…ew.
Today I’m off to a museum, eventually, and then either doing laundry or buying more clothes. I’m also on a mission to join a club of some sort (it is an assignment). Yoga, anyone?