Alba gu brath!

Hello from a sunny but rather cold Scotland! I finally made it back on Sunday 17th, safe and sound. So the week before...

Tuesday night was the first time visiting Renaud's flat, and we had a lovely wee night listening to crazy music, like Motown, some Ozzy, and me embarrassing myself over and over by shouting "WHY IS THIS FILM/YOUR KEYBOARD/ THIS SONG IN FRENCH?" at him, then realising what I was saying. Needless to say, he thinks I'm a little crazy, but in an acceptable way. He also made me tea in a tumbler, which was nice :D Gettin the bus back was a riot though, as I got off around a million stops too early and had to walk for 40 minutes :( uncool.

Jeudi soir was pretty funny :D Renaud, Hannah G, Anna and I sat and got pretty drunk in my room, dancing wildly to Dubstep, DnB, etc... But then I got a lil bit too drunk on the old voddy, and was ordered to my bed. With some reluctance, I stayed in my bed and that was that. Friday night wasn't much better, but did include a kebab that had a fried egg on it, the realisation that "CHILLI SAUCE IS ALWAYS RIGHT!", and my embarrassment at encoutering some of our French friends whilst holding said kebab. Hannah Mc thought it was really funny that all I said was: "Shit, there's Dimitri... N AH'VE GIT A KEBAB!" whilst munching into chips, and Dimitri also had a good chuckle, pointing at the container saying "Kebab?". Yes, it was a kebab. I feel no shame in my late night, post-drink choice of snack. Still, on the way home I let out a low-tone scream at how bizarre I must have looked. Even the man who served me looked slightly confused - Girls must not eat kebab's that often. Just like how when we ask for a pint, we get a half pint. I MEAN, REALLY :| If it was Scotland, I could sit there with a pint, munching down on a kebab, and noone would bat an eyelid.

Saturday was Laoise's 21st birthday, and it was a success. After some afternoon shopping with Lisa, which involved buying a lovely new metallica green dress from H&M, I went home to make some pasta and eat some dinner. Probably half of Poitiers' student population was in the building, but it was an excellent party! After some pre drinking at Hannah Mc's, and encountering Renaud and Dimitri in the street and hearing their very bizarre insults at one another, we got lost for a hundred years because noone would listen to my directions (HANNAH!! :P:P). Despite needing to get up early for a flight, we bantered off to the Grand Goule to have an AMAZING night :D The photos are a bit... well... awful... but it was hilarious anyway. I specifically remember laughing at a picture of Hannah and Dimitri for a good 100 years - good job Nicole lent me her batteries!

So here I am back in Scotland. After standing in several wrong queues, I managed to get on a plane by myself, and met Becca and Dad at Edinburgh airport to get home. After a tasty dinner made by my wee mammie, me n becca had a nice time together watching rubbish tv and catching up. Last night, I stayed and Amy and Taylor's and we had a right good old laugh, including Taylor's discovery of Vodka and Tonic, our favourite wine, eating A LOT of crisps and dips, and watching disgusting food shows. MGM, CHICKEN KIEVS AND HOTDOGS ARE OFF THE MENU!

Also, it should be pointed out that Amy found him hot too :P

Again, sorry for a slightly more boring blog, but again, I'm not a comedian; I'm merely ginger.