Dear all,
I had such a great night out yesterday! Absolutely fabulous (though not in an AbFab sort of way). Went out to dinner first with Stefanie and her Aussie friend Belinda. Cheap pizza&beer: always good. Then we went to Sally's for a good old pint of lager (no Tennents: unfortunately I had to make do with Grolsh). Of course the city is crowded with 18-year old freshers at the moment, so Sally's is a good place to go because there at least there are some "older" people as well. Stefanie's brothers came over as well, and they made us drink like men, hehe. They were both really nice and funny. The whole family consists of avid travellers, so they have lots of crazy stories to tell. After a few hours we decided to go to Shadrak, but the couches there are way too comfortable (you fall asleep on them) so after that we went to De Drie, to the Sports cafe. There was gymnastics on a big screen: made me feel fat&old, at this age! Stefanie and Belinda left at about 4am, but I stayed for a bit and had a nice chat with Stefanie's older brother about his travels in Southern Africa. Feel so "untraveled" among all these backpacker-crazy people! Had a few more beers (too many my body now tells me) and went home at 5am! Haven't gone home that late since Fi left! Crazy! Guess I hadn't been out in ages, and I had just finished my dissertation, so I "deserved it".
It's back to the grind today. Dad has proof-read my dissertation, which took him a whole day!, and sent a revised version back to me with an accompanying explanation. So great he helps me with the last finishing touches! Gonna go and check it now, and then I send it over to Douglas and Alasdair (is being on a first-name basis with your professors a good thing?). Scary and so gooooooood as well!
Anyway... Hope my body is better soon. Bit woozy (is that a word? And if so does it mean what I mean? Not sure...). Hope to speak to Derek this weekend... I miss him so much. I know, I'm tragic.
Love
Friday, August 20, 2004
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