- Tex-Mex. Even just traditional mexican food would do at this point. Now don't get me wrong, I managed to track down tortillas, salsa, and cheese, and I even inherited a beautiful bottle of tequila (thanks Jess!) but it's just not the same. What I wouldn't give for a trip to Cuba Libre, or Chuy's, or OTB. Or for that matter, Taco Bell! mmmm Taco Bell
- A dishwasher! Yes, can you believe that I am living without a dishwasher??!! This is insane. And it's driving me towards insanity each day. And my poor flatmates have to endure looking at my egg pan every morning, because the pan is too hot to wash before I leave for class, so it doesn't get washed until at least lunch time (that's if I get enough time to come home and do the dishes...if not, we're waiting til dinner)
- Clothes dryer! And fabric softener!! Ok, so I bought the laundry detergent "with fabric softener" in hopes of making my clothes less crunchy. But it just doesn't work. I've developed a new "tumble method"...i.e. I take my clothes off the drying rack, throw them in a pile, and tumble them around to try to soften them up. It works ok. But it's no Bounce in the dryer.
- The dollar. Or more, things being priced in the dollar, or as we like to refer to it here, the American Peso. It's worth about that much
Ok, so that's enough griping for now I think. Some things I've come to appreciate:
- The old-lady cart I take to the grocery store. See, a week ago, the above list would have included a car, but only because I hate running errands like going to the grocery store without one. But now that I have my old-lady cart, it's pretty easy going! And I get a bit of exercise which is always nice.
- Beer. Pretty sure I've talked about this one alot. But you know, I'm a cheap date here. And that's nice for me and all the men who want to buy me drinks. ;)
- 60 degree weather - partly cloudy. You'd think it's a freakin tropical paradise. The sun comes out and the people are all over the park, shirts off, swimming, eating ice cream. It's pretty funny!
- and finally...TOUCH!! I love touch rugby. It is so much fun! And the team is awesome. which brings me to the last bit of this post, which will be a bit of an update as usual:
Touch is getting underway, although we don't have the official kickoff of the year until all the 2nd years are back (it'll be next week I think). I've been to 3 practices and seem to be getting the hang of it. I also met a guy at the pub last week who invited me to join his co-ed team on Tuesday nights. So I dragged Amy and Claire out and we made a good effort and got free beer and food out of it! Always good! I'm going to play again this week, but not sure who else will join me. It's a really good work out because the play basically never stops in touch, but it's to the point that I thought my lungs might explode at one point. You just never stop moving while you're on the field. Subs are definitely a must. Last night was the social kick off for the LBS Rugby team (guys and girls - the guys play proper rugby with scrums and tackling and what not).
We had a Pub Golf pub crawl. It was crazy. The guys had to wear hawaiian gear, and we had to wear animal print as we're modeling here. Kristen, Kit, Lori, Christine, and me. Grr baby. So for those of you wondering, Pub Golf is played as follows. Each Hole (Pub) has a par assigned - there are 9 of them. Men's tees are a pint, women's are a half pint. Your score is the number of drinks it takes to finish your pint/half pint. The group of about 70-80 of us were split into teams. There would be a tee off from our home pub, then the team would hike off towards the next one. Playing through is not allowed...if you are still finishing your hole when the next team arrives, it's a penalty shot (literally - you could take a drink to avoid the score, or you can take the score penalty). 9 bars of this. You do the math. Here is my team arriving at the final hole...a bit excited to be there!
It was a really good time, of course, although it did dawn on me as I watched some of the crazy guys who were drinking more than was required get sick on the side of the road, that this is the sort of thing I always hear about someone dying at and shake my head at their stupidity for drinking so much. Fortunately, nobody got seriously injured, although there are quite a few shirts without buttons left (every hawaiian shirt, for some reason - i swear i had nothing to do with starting the trend, such as being promised a beer if i ripped open Stuart's shirt so that David could pay him back for pouring beer all over him) :) Once the Windsor had to close we naturally retired to our secret meeting place, where we continued the party. Dancing and singing and just bonding with the team! Good times! I shot 15! It says so! :)

And that concludes this week's upate. Class is starting to pick up, so I'm guessing my blogs will become more boring soon enough. But for now, hope you enjoyed!
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