Queen's English

Finally got to hang out with a Britafina. I've met a handful before, but to actually know one and hang out with one is another experience. I think it was a fun time overall, and the best part was when I was giving my impressions of the British accent! She gave me some tips on pronunciation and mentioned that my accent was "posh" and resembled the Queen's English, which no one uses anyway, even the Queen! =)

Britifina? Is that you?

Could it be? Stay tuned.

Ceili !!

Adding another item to "things I wouldn't have done if I didn't move to London" would be the Ceili I attended on Friday.

What a blast. What is a Ceili? It's a traditional social dance in Ireland that is more/less square dancing. Add some alcohol and its a great time.

There was about 200+ people in a huge room, some of them drunk, dancing to the Ceili band. Its quite hilarious because you start with one partner, but eventually, you dance with every single person in the room. It could be a guy or a girl! They could be tall, short, fat or thin. You don't really get to choose!

There was one point I was dancing with a girl that was over a foot taller than me. That was quite interesting!

The best part is when you have to grab hands, face each other, and spin in a circle really really fast. This definitely doesn't help when you've been drinking!

I think I'd do it again for sure.

Getting too comfortable??

I know its only going into my 2nd week from my visit in the States, but its amazing how comfortable I'm getting. Comfortable in a sense that I'm starting to feel stagnant. Like I'm getting lazy. I really have to get that sense of adventure back. Looking back a year ago I had already gone to Prague, had plans to go to Dublin, trying to get back into Improv, and I was searching for Britafina. Right now I have no upcoming trips, I'm not signed up in any "after work" activities, and there's been no sign of Britafina! I gotta get off my bum and make some plans! Any suggestions?

American Football
Luckily the Bears were on MNF because they actually televise it here, just really late. I setup the DVR and got to watch all the important plays of the game! 5 min to go and DA BEARS pull it off! Amazing.

Dancing in the UK

So I've been to my fair share of clubs in the UK. Since coming back a week ago, we hit our usual spot on Thursdays and then try to hit a new spot on Saturday.

I've noticed and experienced a few things.

• People still go crazy here just like they do in the States once JT comes on with Sexyback.



• I hate to say this, but I have yet to witness a British guy that can really dance. I'm not an expert when it comes to dancing, but I can tell when someone can keep a beat. I've witnessed Asians and Orientals hold a beat, but that's about it.
  



• When British guys do dance, they give a new meaning to "dance like nobody's watching!" I was dancing on Thursday and I still have a few bruises from flailing arms and elbows from a guy that was dancing next to me. My colleague was laughing at me because I yelled out: "Get me out of here, there's a crazy British guy dancing!"
  



• I have yet to dance with a girl that wants to just "dance." For some reason I think most women here think that if you dance with them you want to hook up. Be that as it may, sometimes I just want to dance with the opposite sex because its fun. Nothing else. It certainly looks better than dancing with another guy! But here, either they're interested in you, or they'd rather not dance at all! Perhaps its the clubs I'm going to. I guess I'm not surprised though because most people I see that end up dancing do end up snogging. Maybe I'm just bitter. =)
  



• When I dance by myself, I sometimes get into these really tight spots.. shoulder to shoulder.. but a few seconds later, this space opens up! Like there's this invisible shield around me. Its like people "make room" for me because I have such awesome moves. People just want to stop and watch as if I was JT or Usher. Or maybe not. Maybe, I too, have flailing arms and elbows.
  



• I was dancing on Saturday and saw that this woman had a good beat. I got behind her to dance with her, but there was a problem. She had big hair. Unfortunately once I tried to get behind her, the hair would get in my face.. all up in my eyes and mouth. That was annoying. Nothing like tasting hair when you're dancing with someone!
  



• I have yet to hear a good hiphop DJ. I've heard real good drum and base, techno/electronica DJs, but have yet to hear anything good as the ones in Chi-Town.
  



• We were in the guest list line on Saturday and the girl in front of us asked us: "Is this an 18 or over club? Because I'm 18." Sweet. Luckily once we get in it was an older crowd.
  



• I have no game, and I have to find it soon. I swear it was a 3:1 ratio of blokes to birds early on, but yet, I failed to snog. I guess meeting women in clubs is just not my thing. But you know what? The fact that I'm a fool, and think I can, is so much fun.
  



• I still can't believe how often people snog on the dance floor.



• I still can't believe I haven't snogged on the dance floor.

In any case, the first week back wasn't that bad at all. Yes I miss family and friends at home, but at the same time, adjusting wasn't as bad as I thought. You'd think after a month at home I'd be homesick for a few days after coming back. But this time it wasn't that bad! Perhaps because I've spent most of my days back in a pub or a club! Its those times when I sit in my flat alone when it gets to me....

Back Home...

Wow, I really have to blow the dust off of this thing! Sorry I haven't been updating, but will be writing more soon.

Surprisingly though, I'm glad to be back. Although, I was really sad when I was sitting at the gate waiting for the plane to depart, but if I really think about it, I'll be back in December so my time away won't be that long.

Anyway, I'm "home" safely and slowly getting over jetlag and getting back to the daily routine.

One more week

You know its hard to write in a blog about living in London, when you are not in London! I've signed in multiple times trying to think about something to blog about, only to stare at the blinking cursor.

But not to worry, one more week and I'll be back "home." I actually kind of miss being "home." Its weird. If only I can take family and friends with me. I know I keep saying this, but nothing comes close to the relationships I have here with family and friends when compared to London. I guess I just have to work harder to establish that when I go back.

After my "10 things" postings, I really should have "10 goals" for next year posting.. hmm.. anyone have any suggestions on what I should aim for the next year I'm in London? (Other than "And then she took off her knickers.." posts) =)