September 21st, 2006 – by: Maureenie
Nathan (the only male on our whole floor), Nikki, and Amanda on the bus. Nathan is from Chicago, and Nikki and Amanda both go to Chapman. Nikki is a drama major too. And Amanda is the best dancer.
Yet another not-very-awesome daytime recovered by an exciting evening.
This was our last planned event by the Middlesex orientation people for
the international students, and so we were all pretty excited, yet
befuddled at the possibilities the name of the event implied. Disco? On
a boat? Should we worry about being sea sick? Or cold? Or
under-dressed? We decided to get dressed up anyway, and scambled onto
the bus at 6:00 (18:00... still not used to military time). We all
started losing energy on the long bus ride over to the Thames, but when
we reached our destination, we found ourselves boarding a medium-sized
three level boat right under the Tower Bridge. It was FANTASTIC. Once
the boat took off down the river, we went to explore.
Yvette and Cate.Cate is fabulous.
The boat had a
lot of space on the top to see the lit up buildings we passed by along
the river, which was really nice to sit and watch when we first got
there. Very romantic. Then everyone else went and got drunk while I
waited outside and I met two people from Norway. They had very thick
accents, and did a very interesting impression of an American...
Anyway, a few girls and myself decided to go dance downstairs, and
shortly after, clumps of people came to join us. I realized that one
thing that most definitely joins people together from all arcoss the
world, is American pop music. Everyone (albeit some need more to
drink first than others) wants to dance to it, and everyone knows the
words. So, we all spent most of the time on the boat being completely
ridiculous, and dancing like crazy, and looking out the windows every
now and then to exclaim, "Dude! We're dancing on a BOAT! In LONDON!"
Ok, so maybe that was mostly me.
Me and Janette. She also goes to Chapman, and is a drama major.
.. Or always me... Just as my feet were
about to abandon my legs out of anguish, the boat returned to the
bridge and we walked back to the coach ("coach" means "bus" in
Britain-land. I'm learning!). Well, I didn't walk back, because I was
physically unable, so Nathan carried me. Then I sat up in the front of
the bus on the way back with my friend Jen, who wasn't feeling well,
and I got a chance to sit quietly and watch the tour of the city at
night as we traveled back. Then I went back to the dorms, ate pasta
with some of the girls, told stories, and went to bed. It was a
fantastic evening, and I didn't even have to see anyone throw up on the