Having--at least eight--British friends and a British-French girlfriend makes me feel like part of the club. We drink our PG tea, chuckling warmly while enjoying polite conversation about global politics. I call them "mate," excuse myself to the "loo," and just for the sake of clarity I will always offer a friend a "jumper" should they become cold. We discuss the plebs in the East End, the fashionable networkers of Shoreditch, the curries on Brick Lane, the beautiful houses of Chelsea, and the grimy-cool rock & roll heaven called Camden-town.
I feel pretty darn British already. So, in order to evaluate whether my claims of insider knowledge of Britain hold any water, I have taken a quiz to see how my--some might say vastly superior--understanding of London stacks up against the masses (http://www.funtrivia.com/playquiz/quiz393476918.html). Here are my scores (eek!):
You scored: 5 / 10
Total points: 50
The average score for this quiz: 8 / 10
Sad. I'll just be a glorified tourist after all. Oh well, after three months I'll try this darn thing again.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
I sold all my stuff
I had tons of stuff. Couches, beds, computers, a desk, guitars, furniture, golf clubs, chairs, and knick knacks galore. I sold it all for $4800 a couple of days ago.
It was costing me $2160 per year just to keep everything in storage! so, I sold it all off. I feel liberated.
It was costing me $2160 per year just to keep everything in storage! so, I sold it all off. I feel liberated.
Just four days 'til London
I leave for London in four days. The spells of anxiety and excitement have become more frequent.
Am I fated to reside in a cardboard box in some rat-infested alley of Camden-town? Will it last with the the lovely young girl for whom I am moving? Will I ever manage to palate a blood sausage? Am I hip enough to move to trendy Shoreditch?
I suppose only time will tell. In the meantime, since this is a first entry here are my stats:
Age: 26
Sex: Yes, please! Um, sorry, that was poor form. I am a male.
Sign: Pisces. ***If you are stupid enough to believe in Astrology: then I kindly ask you to just kill yourself. You're probably also very fat and voted for Bush. Shoo! shoo now! we don' want nun uh yo kind 'round here!
Anyway...
Occupation: Independent Project Architect/Programmer (mostly web stuff)
Education: Harvard, Comp Sci.
Recent Travels (past 2 months): Argentina, Peru, Brazil, Uruguay, NYC, Boston.
Upcoming Travels (next 2 months): London, Munich, Monaco, Paris
Most of the past year I spent in Buenos Aires, Argentina. I was, admittedly, drunk for much of the first few months, eventually settling into normalcy. I found living alone, and working at home alone, started making me feel like an urban-hermit. Solitude is a motherfucker. I had friends, but we always did the same thing:
The typical Buenos Aires night for an expat consists of dinner at a top restaurant followed by a ridiculously expensive (for the locals) bar and/or club. Since everything is so cheap in Bs.As., expatriates/visitors with an income in dollars have roughly triple the buying power of locals--six times the buying power in pounds. Just about all the expats are young, and just about all of them suddenly feel--falsely--rich and powerful. So what do they do? They get drunk, and I got drunk with them.
Non, je ne regrette rien. I'm 26 and worked throughout college, so I think a brief spell of binge drinking, flip-cup, beer pong, and boogying down 'til 6 A.M. on a Wednesday was due.
Now I'm shooting off to London. I wonder if they have Ramen noodles there...
Am I fated to reside in a cardboard box in some rat-infested alley of Camden-town? Will it last with the the lovely young girl for whom I am moving? Will I ever manage to palate a blood sausage? Am I hip enough to move to trendy Shoreditch?
I suppose only time will tell. In the meantime, since this is a first entry here are my stats:
Age: 26
Sex: Yes, please! Um, sorry, that was poor form. I am a male.
Sign: Pisces. ***If you are stupid enough to believe in Astrology: then I kindly ask you to just kill yourself. You're probably also very fat and voted for Bush. Shoo! shoo now! we don' want nun uh yo kind 'round here!
Anyway...
Occupation: Independent Project Architect/Programmer (mostly web stuff)
Education: Harvard, Comp Sci.
Recent Travels (past 2 months): Argentina, Peru, Brazil, Uruguay, NYC, Boston.
Upcoming Travels (next 2 months): London, Munich, Monaco, Paris
Most of the past year I spent in Buenos Aires, Argentina. I was, admittedly, drunk for much of the first few months, eventually settling into normalcy. I found living alone, and working at home alone, started making me feel like an urban-hermit. Solitude is a motherfucker. I had friends, but we always did the same thing:
The typical Buenos Aires night for an expat consists of dinner at a top restaurant followed by a ridiculously expensive (for the locals) bar and/or club. Since everything is so cheap in Bs.As., expatriates/visitors with an income in dollars have roughly triple the buying power of locals--six times the buying power in pounds. Just about all the expats are young, and just about all of them suddenly feel--falsely--rich and powerful. So what do they do? They get drunk, and I got drunk with them.
Non, je ne regrette rien. I'm 26 and worked throughout college, so I think a brief spell of binge drinking, flip-cup, beer pong, and boogying down 'til 6 A.M. on a Wednesday was due.
Now I'm shooting off to London. I wonder if they have Ramen noodles there...
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