Unclasped

You know, I used to quite like American girls. I thought that they could be attractive, confident and generally good time loving. Even more importantly I've found that I can sometimes even get along with them reasonably well and have a fun time. Times have changed.

I had haggis for lunch yesterday, and again for breakfast this morning so there are no points awarded for guessing what part of the UK I am in. We arrived in Edinburgh yesterday afternoon, and we're staying in a nice place that has free internet, which is a definate bonus. Stuart and I even managed to get the washing done yesterday afternoon, so it will be a joy to finally put on a clean pair of underpants the right way. For dinner last night we went to a seafood restaurant and it was actually pretty busy for a Monday night, always an encouraging sign. I had a kilo of mussels and enjoyed them thoroughly. I think that Dad enjoyed his even more. Once dinner had finished my mate Callum met us at the Auld Hundred pub which was across the street from where we had dinner and Callum had a chance to meet my brother and my dad before we headed out into the night.

So Callum, Stuart and I were unleashed on a Monday night in a fairly mild Edinbrough. We had a good time. I managed to cap the night off by puking outside a pub and losing Stuart which was great. I also had a very enjoyable chat with the cabbie about Robert Blake, the famous Scottish poet. It was really quite bizarre, I've never met a cabbie that's quoted poetry to me. Great stuff. I've also decided that I've had enough of those filthy cancer sticks for quite a while.

And how did Callum, Stuart and I spend the majority of the evening? Getting drunk and talking to some American girls who were over here for some band tour. I guess you could probably even call it a band camp. There were 3 of us, there were 3 of them. There was actually some fella with them, but we discounted him as they seemed to. Wrong. So yeah, basically the next few hours were a waste of time really, enjoyable at times though. I really knew it was over when I found out that the girl I had been harassing was actually the sister of the girl Stuart was busting the dope moves on. Maybe they just thought that we were pissed arrogant dickheads. Whatever.