It's currently 4:48 AM in Glasgow, and 11:48 PM in my hometown. I've been in Scotland three nights now, and it has pretty much been one of the best experiences in my life, thus far. Being reunited with Michelle; exploring the city and shopping; partying and eating junk until I feel sick; just fucking up the fun in general - it's one of those things you've got to do when you have the opportunity to do it.
The journey was long and grueling, but I managed to get through one and a half episodes of Game of Thrones, the entire movie of Clueless, and the first chapter of Inglourious Bastards. We touched down in Scotland and the weather was surprisingly agreeable, which indicated to me that this would be a great trip. After we dropped off all our stuff at my friend's aunt's house, we cabbed to Michelle's flat where we shared the most spirit-lifting hug I've ever felt ever. That whole day felt like seven different days because of all the naps we took and the different things we did. At the end of the day, we had to send off our friend, Maria - who had been visiting - off to Naples to meet up with her and Michelle's friend. We ended up just chillin' and vegging out the whole day, buying booze and cigs and Skittles and chips 'n' cheese with Donner meat, and running into Macklemore at the park, which was no problem for me because frankly, mama was exhausted. Oh wait, I lied. We went to this church that had been converted into a bar, where we met Michelle's totez hilar schoolmates. There was Scottish music, and old men in business suits, and it felt a bit perverse to be sipping on a beer inside the walls of a former place of worship, but when in Scotland, drink in a church, right?
The next day, we hit up Buchanan street to fit in tea and a bit of shopping. And by a bit, I mean I better be working nights as a prosty if I wanna be able to live the lifestyle I'm living. But no regrets, for Primark is one of the best things to ever happen to me. I mean, where else can you get an animal onesie for £15? We grabbed some nosh, then we prepared for an evening out. We pre'd at Michelle's flat and I got very inebriated, thanks to all the fucking bottle tapping. And then some Italian girl named Michaela said my Italian sounded perfect and I was so boosted I might as well have just said goodnight to everyone and jerked off to the feeling of being told that. It was pretty great. We went out to this club called Bamboo after much deliberation as to where we were going to go (JellyBaby? Octopussy? I don't even with these clubs, man). They let us in for free I'm pretty sure because we were a group of, like, thirteen people and we just kept blocking the entrance. Anyhow, danced all night, drank til I couldn't walk super proper off of 4 for £4 shots, and then didn't go to bed til like 5 in the morning because we watched basketball and stuff. Went to bed feeling nice.
Today, we were supposed to go to the Necropolis but that fell flat. We were too lazy and the weather was miserable and cold. It's jokes how as soon as Canada gets even remotely warm, I'm like chuck the deuces and I just go somewhere where it's cold. What kind of fucking Filipino am I? Anywhozits, we just ended up taking the subway to Buchanan street again to buy some .... NECESSSITIES .... at Boot's/Tesco/Celtic Shop, followed by the Hillhead Book Club for din. The restaurant was stunning and the food was so fucking good like a goddamn orgasm in my mouth I had fish and chips it was like a dream come true ugh omg wow yeah so. We decided we'd just have a movie night, so we went back home and got high with Michelle's roommate then watched the first half of Mississippi Burning, only because we couldn't find the second half. Now it's a quarter after 5 and I can see the sun rise. Not much different from the life I lead at home LOL.
It's nice how I don't miss home.
But we'll see how I feel after two and a half more weeks.
JOKES, anything's better than the shithole I live in, 'cept the 'Shwa. Nothing's worse than the 'Shwa. Or Milton.
Ok, I'm gonna retire now.
Maybe I'll do another post soon.
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