Damn It Feels Good to Be a Gansta

Dear Internet,

I formally applogize for being to busy living my life to blog about it. I heart blogging, but to be honest I enjoy being busy. Life here in Durham, UK has been all in all awesome. My next post will infrom you about yet another lacrosse win, so I suppose this one will have to be about school.

I love love love my class. Well I still dispise the one British man who always has something smarmy to say about everything, but outside of that I am really digging my classmates. As stated before most of them are from China, so when they invited me and Robin to a `Hot Pot` party, we were all in to experience a new cutural experience. A hot pot party should be called a `eat a crap load of good food for hours` party. Robin and I showed up with a bottle of wine and crisps (chips) because we are polite Americans who never come to parties empty handed. The party was at Betty's house, and it was a home stright out of a Dickens novel. The key was a straight up 17th centry key. The portraits were of women in bonnets and fancy long dresses. The whole place was all so like something you picture when you think of a Christmas Carol

Above: People who probably lived in Betty's house before she rented it. Below: Betty's front door key.

After getting over the shock about how British the place was, the smalle of food hit us like a sack of potatoes. The food was in a giant sauce pot, and it contained cabbage, meatballs, noodles, spices, rice rolls, and other unnamable yumminess. Robin and I both used chopped skills to prove how multicutral we were. Everyone was impressed. I was full after man helpings, but once the pot was empty, another just as large one was brought from the kitchen. There were about five huge ass pots full of food! It was all so good too.

Once the food was finally all eaten, Robin had to leave to play in a church funded dodgeball tournament.

I stayed to drink wine, eat cookies made by Susi, and look up youtube music videos. Erica, from Taiwan, tried to teach us how to do a traditional Taiwanese dance, but it just looked like a jazz square, which is cool because 'everyone loves a good jazz square'..After we were tired of dancing, I thought it would be a good idea to teach everyone some American drinking games. We played thumper! Everyone was really good right away; well, Susi sucked at it, but as she said Germans don't dance. I guess they do not have any sense of rhythm. I also was taught some Taiwanese drinking games.

I went home around midnight, it was a good day!