Going Underground

First off, I'll start with how much I love my flatmates - the residents of 31 Prior Park stay up late watching movies and comedy skits (latest: the hilarious British drag queen Eddie Izzard), have (AND make) dinner together, go watch the latest football (soccer, for you yanks) match at the Ram, have impromptu sing-a-longs, go together to market, are planning an epic thriller reenactment in Bath's main square, make midnight brownies (with Nutella), go out clubbing together...

which brings me to: Po Na Na. Yes, you are jealous. The underground Moroccan dance club (think stucco-like walls, low ceilings, and candle-lit rooms) recently had Cheese Night, an evening of absolute classics: Spice Girls, Buffalo Joe, Nsync, Footloose, S Club 7, everything 80s, and possibly every other wonderfully awful song (or artist) you've ever heard! And, let me add, I love  British men. No, you ridiculous romantics, it's not their eyes - it's their dancing! Because they dance with each other! These beautiful men have no qualms about grabbing another bloke's waist and waltzing round the dance floor! Fantastic! Cheese Night = massive eternal dancing success! (like my adaptive British slang?)

Now for today: Americans are Americans are Americans. Yes, Stonehenge was freaking amazing! (how the heck did THAT happen?!), the Salisbury cathedral was BEAUTIFUL (I don't know how to begin to describe it. It was like stepping into...I don't know...a huge blue dream...), I saw Snape's cauldron, and I love Yorkshire pudding, but the greatest part of today had to be when the Americans (all fifty of them) crashed the British birthday party. Oh yeah. Think charming celebration with a lovely band (beatles, beach boys, etc - all in the 50s swing style) having a nice old time, when, suddenly, the Americans come into the private back garden and start dancing (it seems to be one thing we've got down...). Completely took over. Got an 80 year-old British man to dance on top of a table (along with several others, including the inn keeper), brought out the American flag (yes, literally), and completely took the house down (our school staff included). 

Other side notes:

Transplanted the mint, basil, and parsley into bigger pots yesterday afternoon (Yes, Dad - I started a garden!)

Started doing my homework - reading children's literature! I get to read all 6 chronicles of narnia! and lord of the rings!

The English countryside is like being in heaven.

And, Abbey pals: worry no longer! I have plenty of dishes to do (8 people seem to bring in around the same sort of consistency as our beloved coffee shop! Even washed a french press today - that's right, you created a monster).