Part Six.
(It reminds me of a Flight of the Conchords song, Albi, the Racist Dragon. Really, it isn't as bad as it sounds. Anyway, after opening up with a description of where Albi lives (marmalade forest, make-believe trees, cottage cheese cottage, and all that), the song says "Part six: and so. . ." and continues on with a story about a badly burnt Albanian boy from the day before. Like we're supposed to know about this already or something. Just makes the song all the funnier. But I digress.)
Amanda went to the House of Parliament. No, not George Clinton's place. The one where the SNL skit takes place, and people with bad teeth are trying to figure out how to keep Oasis from breaking up.
Oasis rules!
Anyway, she also went out to lunch with a Nigerian woman from the church she attended Sunday - and the lady paid! She said it was very posh.
She's also been without hot water since she's been there. The hostel finally got some yesterday, but she had stayed up late so she could talk to mom and missed getting up early enough to get a hot shower the next morning. However, she did get to wash her face with hot water. Sweet!
Her new roomates are more Americans, but this time, they're of the "obnoxious rich girl" variety, the type that goes out clubbing and comes back in the wee hours with men and much booze in their systems. On daddy's tab.
So, when she woke up early this morning and disturbed them, they were put out, but she was not.
She's supposed to go to Birmingham this weekend (pronounced without the "h" by the way) for a camera expo of some sort - the reason she went over there in the first place.
Amanda was also slated to go ice skating today with an internet friend, and I'm worried because she isn't exactly Nancy Kerrigan. I think she's been once before, maybe 7 or 8 years ago.
And me, well, I'm STILL doing laundry and haven't even begun to pack. It's nearly 9:00 p.m. and I still have to do that, and go out to the storage room to get the coolers so they can be packed. But the storage room has buggy wuggies, so I may wait until morning - they're nocturnal, you know.
Happy Thanksgiving! I don't know how much I'll be able to post, because my MIL doesn't have the internet (GASP!) but we'll take the laptop and use her phone line for dialup. (DOUBLE GASP!)
4 comments:
i like Amanda more & more! go get 'em, girl!!
p.s. - you made me laugh HARD with the George Clinton joke!!
p.s.s. - Happy Thanksgiving! i'll be thinking of you whilst in dial-up hell!
Yeah, I just knew that when I typed in "Parliament" into a search engine to get that picture, there was going to be a big black guy with multi-colored dreds looking back at me.
Enjoy that grub from Knott's Berry Farm!
Amanda is having quite the adventure. What wonderful memories she will have.
what...no internet...huge gasp...take a paper sack so you can breathe deeply into it. I so need the internet.
I hope you have a very happy Thanksgiving!
Man, Jolene, you are SO right about needing the internet. A couple of nights ago ours was on the fritz at home, and I almost went into withdrawals! I've gotten so bad - our new cell phones have internet access, and I can't stop myself from checking CNN when I'm in places without a computer!
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