Explosive High-Five

Friday night I had a great time getting drinks with Isabella. We’d only met once before and we had a easy chat. More importantly she invited me back to her place to meet Sid, his sister Hannah, talk about comedian celebrity in the UK (along with the remorseful fact that no one over here has a clue who Dane Cook is), and then Life of Brian. I rode some very unreliable but fun double-deckers back, ready for four hours sleep and a trip to Windermere.

Now, Windermere is not the wooded hole Google maps prepared me for. If Charlie St. Cloud was Anglicized it would take place here. I’m the only one who saw Charlie St. Cloud, what’s the deal?

The train ride out sure made me think this would be a factory town. Dreary mud-grey houses shoved together. Now it is touristy here, but it’s beautiful. The benefit of being from a tourist town is that you eventually quit noticing it. The biggest lake in the UK, and quiet enough to cause someone to go nuts. It’s fabulous weather and woods. I feel great out here I took a walk today around Far Sawrey. The damp smells and the intermittent scent of fires made me happy.

While in London I had several serious cases of déjà vu. More specifically I have had dreams of these places (Camden Underground station, Kennington, etc). Now, if I have dreamt of all the places I’ll go, I can’t wait to go traipsing around the intestines of a mountain while a sloughing Mrs. Frizzle/bull chases me.

That’s things I’ve seen, but nothing really about me. I like it out here quite a bit, I wasn’t planning on it, but I do. I was chatting up the hostel owner, who casually offered me a job in this region if I'd want. Which isn't a bad idea. Especially because there's no guarantee of getting into grad school (especially no guarantee of getting a career job after that), so I'll keep it in mind. Not too compelling right now because it doesn't have two of the following: a place a like, people I like, a job I like. I expect it's very rare to have all three, so two will be just fine.

Sometimes, while in transit I feel lame. However, every day I finish feeling as if every last inch of me is covered in hair. That last link had many different options. One thing that makes me feel that way is that rugby is  EVERYWHERE! I spent last night writing the article while sipping tea and watching Ireland Vs. New Zealand. And tomorrow there is a live scrimmage. Oh yeah.