S&theGP in SCOTLAND

Copied from an email sent to Mia because I am just that lazy:

Last week, we headed over to sugarcube (the club) for the second time, and had a great time dancing the night away and seeing many kind gentlemen. interestingly enough, there is no grinding and the young ladies are in the habit of slathering themselves with makeup. So, of course we made spectacles of ourselves and had an overall really chill time.

We stayed overnight at a hostel in Loch Lomond.

It was pretty boring and everyone else climbed a mountain while we hung back. There wasn’t a lot to do, but at least it was gorgeous and SCOTLAND.

Also, I perfected my secret sauce recipe for marinara and made a delicious meal of gnocchi and glazed carrots AAAW YEAH

So yesterday was a fun-filled day, and I mean that in a somewhat unconvincing way. Joy and Tova and I walked to the city center of Glasgow, a truly magical place where the h&m and topshop reside. a place where your most magical dreams can come true! Well, kinda. We walked there instead of taking the subway like we normally do, and on the way got to explore entire new parts of Glasgow’s West Side (the fancy side). I was excited because I had completely run out of cash and needed to go to Barclays Bank to rectify that situation. Now, the day before I was taken aback by the fact that my debit card did not work at the Post Office, but I thought there was no better place in the world for me to figure out what was wrong than Barclays!

During the course of our two hour journey (mostly because we were shooting the shit a lot) we had fish and chips, I got a new towel, and we saw many street performers. With a hopeful heart, I approached the Barclay’s atm, desiring to get out 100 pounds sterling, but when I put my card in, the machine told me that it could not read it. I tried the card at two other machines, and went inside to ask Barclay’s for assistance, but nothing could help me in this situation. The Banker-man told me that Barclays and Bank of America have a relationship that goes so far as using atms, but not helping customers in dire need. So I spent the rest of our excursion feeling very worried about my own personal monetary situation (PMS) and as soon as we got home, I frantically called my mom.

After talking on the phone with her and Bank of America and then Visa for several hours, it was finally resolved that they would send me a replacement card. Hopefully this happens with posthaste because otherwise i’m somewhat fucked. not completely, though, because my dad got me this currency card which is kind of like a debit card and i want to use it to its full potential, except that when i was trying to sign into the account last night, i got so flustered that i couldn’t enter the log-in information correctly and the account locked me out. now i can’t get back in until my dad tells them the magic words, which he told me he won’t do until the morning (today).

blegh. it’s just very unnerving not to have any money at one’s disposal.

anyways–eli came to stay last night. she’s kind of a fugitive because i never turned in the form that said she was coming to stay…whoops. don’t tell marten, our uga!! also, joy and tova and I made gnocchi last night! like we literally made the little potato balls! and i made my secret marinara sauce that always gets rave reviews.

Yesterday, Eli and I wandered around in the rain after finally leaving the room at 3 pm and went shopping at h&m! they kinda closed the store on us…we found a fish & chips restaurant that was amazing, and rode on the underground! it’s annoying that she had to see the town looking so gloomy and grim, but when she saw Waitrose, her depression turned to beautiful envy. WHERE ELSE IS THERE GOOSEFAT? WHERE ELSE?

Today, Eli and I made delicious challah bread and ox tail stew, which brought smiles and happiness to all who ate it. Also, no one believed me that I could read all over Oliver Twist before class. I started at 9 pm, and I’m like less than 100 pages till the end (It was 12:15 when I stopped reading). Class is at 3 pm tomorrow. Everyone can go f themselves in the a for having doubts in my abilities. Thank God Eli was there to witness this or else it would seem to be unbelievable. I’ll post pictures of our delicious food adventures…later.