Pretty trees in South Kensington
Ok, so, I know I have been slacking on the blog A LOT, but that's
because I was waiting to get pictures from my friend Greg for this day,
but it's been three weeks, so I'm giving up on him. Sorry for the lack
of pictures. Grrr.
ANYWAY...
This semester, by way of some of my American hallmates, I've finally
managed to scoop up some British friends. As part of my resolution to
get out of my room more this semester, I went with a few people into
the city. The new Brit friends said we were all supposed to wear ties
for fun, so I was lended a tie for the day. We were supposed to go to
the Science Museum, but got really hungry after only one exhibit. We
had quite the problem agreeing on somewhere to go in South Kensington
(things being too expensive, long lines, Kai not wanting cheap looking
Chinese food since he's Chinese and has higher standards than we do,
etc), and fell upon this ridiculous looking place called "Kwality.
My company for the day: Greg (American), Sarah, David, and Kai
" NO
JOKE. "KWality." I didn't want to go in because of the name, as I have
this pet peeve about people who spell things wrong on purpose to be
cute, but for some reason we ended up going in anyway. This was my
first (gasp!) London Indian food experience, and it was definitely a
good one. We sat and talked there for a very long time. I got chicken
tikka masala (or, as Greg ordered it, "tikki" masala), which has quite
the reputation for being a good dish in this country. It was good. I
don't even like spicy food, but this was great. And we got nan bread.
MMM. After dinner we headed to a different part of the city because
Kai, one of the guys we were hanging out with, knew of this club thing
that his cousin was in charge of... it was almost like a private party
deal in a small club.
Hiding in a trunk in the Science Museum... I don't know why... I think to prove I could fit...
.. so we went and got to hang out there for a
while. We didn't know anyone there, and I wanted to dance so we
wouldn't be bored and awkward and anti-social in the corner with the
couches, so we all danced like crazy people. Definitely the life of the
party. Literally. I was proud. And apparently I am a good dancer. Who
knew? Then we went back to David's and filled ourselves SICK with
chocolate while we watched
High School Musical.
Both were huge mistakes. But I finally made friends. Hooray! I am
starting to break that brick barrier that the English put up against
people they don't know! They really are good people once you get to
know them, but it seems that getting to know them is KWuite the
challange. HA. Wow, I hate myself.
