In and out

In and out

Last night after dinner I decided that I wanted to see if the King's Arms had Strongbow glasses that I might be able to abscond with. No one seemed particularly interested in joining me as they were all getting drunk in the courtyard having gone to the liquor store earlier. So I took a walk down there. As I turned the corner by St. Peter's I saw one of the girls coming back from her after dinner run. I asked her if she wanted to stop by the King's Arms with me. She wasn't sure so I was to wait for her for 20 min and then not worry about it. I got to the king's arms, ordered a cider and discovered that not only do they not have strongbow glasses, they do not have strongbow... just some random other cider.

I sat outside and drank my cider in the somewhat sporatic mist that passes for rain here. I got a few odd looks for that but the tables weren't even wet. Five minutes later, Jess is walking up the street. She asks to borrow my camera because she saw a bike she wants to take a picture of... which I would link to if my bloody picture site was working.... ahem. The guy at the table next to me gave me a weird look for giving my camera to this random girl that came up to me... ah well. Jess comes back, gets a pint of Stella and then regrets it because the King's Arms has lots of interesting beers on tap. We decided the other girl must have gotten distracted by the guys in the Quad or something. We decide on another round before we try to find a pub with strongbow glasses. I got this delicious honey beer, and ten minutes later Jess got a special bitter which she didn't like so we switched. By that time we had moved inside and out of the suddenly much harder rain. We decided against another pub and left the Kings arms to find a chip truck and get some chips and cheese. Got our fries and went home only to be met by one of the guys who wanted to get a couple pints to help him write his paper.

We wandered down to Rosie's and listened to the live band sing bad, old music... I still have Elton John singing in my head. After last call, we wandered back to St. Peter's and ran into a bunch of the guys and one of the girls who were drinking in the quad. They wanted to get some food from the chip truck so we went back out with them. We came back (on the way, one dropped some of his chili on his shoe) and got in the door. We talked for a few minutes and then one of them said that he needed to eat but had to go to the ATM first. So we went back out. Got him some taco badness and came back again. This time we dispersed and went back to our respective rooms.

This morning, however, all of the girls who didn't go out with us were rather wretched. I guess there must be something in the chips because everyone who ate them is fine.

Hooray for greasy fries that come off trucks in the middle of the ... well not even that late at night. I was in bed by 12:30.