Guinness and an Entire Onion

Today marks two months of life in London. Two-thirds of the way through.

I'll say it truly felt like a homecoming when I got off the plane from Rome in London. I think part of that elation was that I heard everyone speaking English. However, without claiming to be any kind of expert in Italian culture, Italy felt unorganized. The underground, the bus routes, the roads, the police, the fucking gypsies, everything appeared to be 'out of place' if that makes any sense. I won't dwell anymore; I'll just say I love the United Kingdom.

But honestly, I was there for a week, I don't know shit.

This week brought St. Patrick's Day.
The Irish are good people. Most of them at least; I almost had another Islander incident, but this time I had some help. I don’t think this lanky bitch wanted to fuck with Ron or I. I couldn’t even feel my face.

The day began for most at 10am with Champagne. Ron and I...(Enter a new character to this story: Ron is Lauren's visiting boyfriend, kind of) made our way to Lillywhite's sporting goods haven. Turns out Lillywhite's is a bad imitation of an American sporting goods giant. Replace football, baseball, and basketball with ...football...cricket, and rugby and you have the British counterpart. I did it again, I found a pair of nice rugby shorts for 16 pounds. Awesome price, not really. How, after 2 months can I still fall to the illusion of the Great Britain Pound. I paid about $28. Still not awful.

Drinking comenced around 2:30 pm, starting the day with Absolut Vanilla.

Certain pubs around town found a great way to make you drink Ireland's only export, Guinness. Buy four pints of Guinness and they gave you a great felt hat. It worked, I wanted that hat. Leaving the pub around 5pm wearing three pints of Guinness one foot tall on my head was an incredible feeling. We were off to China Town. You know that feeling you get when you drink all day? The feeling that you're not even drunk, but you know you're wasted. I was at that plateau
O’Neill’s was our next stop. O’Neill’s is an Irish bar and it just so happened that they were also handing out hats. You didn't even have to drink four Guinness. Jackpot.

I ended the night with two hats, two Guinness pint glasses and a Dionysus falafel. Good night.

I eat way too much. I'll throw that out there. Let me break down my dinner-
Two chicken breasts
half-a-head of cabbage
cup of brown rice
cup of peas
10 mushrooms
4 green onions
A red onion
a lot of garlic
a lot olive oil
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Then, like an idiot decided to go out for dessert, which never works, I can't just eat dessert.
Mozzarela garlic toast and some apple tart shit that was no good.

I love you all. One month and I'll be drinking Beast in the 'burg again.
Well...I miss my friends, not the Beast

I'm going to bathe my self in lemon juice to get rid of this garlic aroma

Cheers.

---If you’ve never checked out the band Particle. Do it