The waiting game.

The past few weeks have not given me very much material to go on here, but I'll try my best. I've mostly been lazing around, since the city is in kind of a lazy mood itself. The Thursday before last was Australia day, so Emma and I went out to a few bars to see if there was anything to do. We started at Walkabout (a "Aussie" bar chain across the UK) and collected our free "Celebrating Australia Day" t-shirts there and had a couple of drinks. We went down to our old haunt, Belushi's (attached to the hostel where Emma, Katie and I met) and sat for a few there before heading to The Globe where there was terrible karaoke and even worse excuses for a Caesar.
Okay, okay. I know I'm being a bit of a pretentious and arrogant foreigner here given that it was the girl's first day on the job. I at first asked her for a Moosehead (the bar owner is a Canadian, as rumour has it) which she claimed they didn't sell, even though I heard the supervisor tell her it was only in the cellar and they didn't have room to pull up a case. Fair enough, so instead of settling for a, god forbid, Coors Light, I asked her for a Caesar and was given a very blank expression.
"You know, with Clamato juice?"
"...Um... no."
"Yes. You sell Clamato juice."
(insert unbearably loud karaoke version of Ice, Ice Baby here)
"I.... don't know."
While she checked with her co-worker as to what the crazy Canadian was asking for, I turned to Emma and said, "I really just should have ordered an MGD."
As I turn around, I witnessed something that made me cringe in fear. There the new bartender was, understandably unfamiliar with Canadian customs (who can blame her, I was the foreigner) pouring, yes, pouring Tabasco sauce into the glass that was to house my vodka and Clam. I tried to yelp, cry out, scream at her to please, STOP! But alas, drunken Vanilla Ice wannabe was drowning me out on the karaoke machine.
I had given up. I would drink the damn thing if I had to... I wanted that little bit of Canada, albeit extremely spicy.
I also had to ask her to put Worcestershire sauce in it. I really wish the bar guy from Saskatoon was working that night.
I paid my four-pound-fifty (yes, I paid that much for a Caesar) and Emma and I took a corner table as she laughed at my expense while my lips burned off and I nearly wept at how the girl had disappointed me in ruining my favourite and most patriotic cocktail.
Either way, it was still a good, laid back Australia day. Although Emma said they were a million times better at home- lots of barbeques.

Other than that, I haven't been going out much. Just saving up some pennies for my weekend in Bristol with Jamie. On Friday Betty, Emma, Darren, Jenny and I went out for Indian food, that was good. The place was a little pricey, geared moreso towards tourists. It was great food though, can't complain there.
So I'm mostly just waiting for Thursday evening to come along so I can fly down to Bristol. And hopefully my flight won't be cancelled (there's some serious snow in England right now). I'm really excited to see Jamie, it's going to be a lot of fun.


Playlist: stereomood.com -love this site.