10 May 2008
Quick Note
Okay, I am leaving again, but when I come back, I promise lots of fun stories, especially the best part of the entire trip...BALQUHIDDER!
03 May 2008
Escocia la valiente
Leg Two: SCOTLAND!
Here, I had both my favourite and second-least favourite bit of my holiday!
Step One: Edinburgh
Okay, I got here after the nerve-wracking fiasco with the Flybussen and a three-hour coach ride. I felt queasy the entire time and had no directions to my hostel. Also, it was dark, raining a little, and really cold. (I'm a complainer, what can I say?) Anyway, if you know anything about Edinburgh, you know that it's separated into the Old Town and the New Town. Well, the coach station is in the New Town and my hostel was in the Old Town, so by the time I found it (three failed maps, two instances of no taxis in places marked 'taxis' and four oblivious bartenders later), I was in a right foul mood.
The hostel itself did not help. Remember, I was coming from an orderly, hotel-like environment to this. If ever there was a definitive 'party hostel', Castle Rock Youth Hostel was it. I checked in with a tipsy young man behind the counter, but I could hardly hear him for all the noise coming from the common room (the main one, anyway). It was actually a really neat setup, but I was hardly interested. Everything was painted wildly or set in blacklight, and I got lost about three times just finding the staircase down to my room.
I had signed up for a female dorm. They put me in a 12-bed room for long-termers. It looked like Dresden. It was also swarming with Americans and Canadians that would not stop talking like cheerleaders from films. The rooms were all creatively themed, and as my bed was in the Edinburgh Taverns room it was called The Last Drop. When the man at the desk told me this, I smiled nerously and tried to make like I knew what he was babbling on about. There was no space for my shoes, let alone my suitcase. We were provided lockers less than a quarter of the size of my closet in Bergen, but with a little safe inside that, to me, said, 'Your things aren't really safe locked in the locker, but in the safe...well, they might be okay...' The girl in the bed across from mine, Zelda, was quite nice, though. She was South African and spoke in an extremely quiet voice that made it very difficult to hear her in a room full of booming North Americans.
That night, I tried to settle in one of the many common rooms, but they were all so noisy and meet-people-y (social), that I couldn't settle down (I still wasn't feeling too friendly myself) and had to try to fall asleep with the large florescent lights about 20 feet above my head (they did have really high ceilings).
My first day wasn't much to talk about. I was still upset with the city, so I fell to woman's oldest feel-good standby: shopping. (If you think that's a little sexist...deal with it. Shopping can be fun in moderation.) I walked up and down the Royal Mile, visiting each and every tourist shop on that street. I think I was just fascinated that they were all exactly the same. I kept hoping for something new, but it never came. I did find my very first real purse and some nice gifts for a couple of people and was really excited every time I saw the name 'McLaren' on...anything, really. Good times. The best thing about all these shops? Most of them are run by Asian people in kilts. This was fun in one way (I got to meet a lot of Asians), but depressing in another (I don't think I heard a Scottish accent until my third and final day in Edinburgh). I also found the TIC and discovered that all shopping malls are boring, no matter where you go in the world. Highlight of the evening: watching 'Clear and Present Danger' (and finally not just the end) alone in the hostel's HUGE screening room. Poor Edinburgh, I never even gave you a chance.
Easter Day was much cooler. I went to the 11:30 service at St Giles Cathedral, and it was really nice to see a more traditional service for a change. The sermon was all about travellers and opening your mind to the beliefs and experiences of others, and I really liked it. Also, the building itself is quite beautiful (and accentuated by the choir that sounded like my dad's favourite Christmas album). Later, I was extremely surprised (and pleased) that no shops or museums were closed that day, so I visited the National Museum of Scotland. This had to be one of the biggest, most complete museums I've ever seen. It had everything you could ever want to learn about Scottish history, and it was really entertaining at the same time. I was proud of them.
I also visited the Elephant House cafe to see J.K. Rowling's inspiring view of Edinburgh Castle, but was scared off by the prices, so just settled for a sneaked picture of the castle through the window. Finally, I headed for Holyrood Park and the huge mound at the end of the Royal Mile that had been calling me for two days. It was a lovely little hike up the slopes and fun just hanging out in the rocks and grass. I like nature. Oh! Also, the slopes reminded me of 'Aaaaaaaaaas yoooooooouuuuu wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish!' In case you care. I came back with the idea of settling in for the night, but a Polish girl, Sylvia, met me in the internet room and convinced me to go out and hear some live traditional music. We were able to ward off the drunkards by speaking Spanish (she was fluent!) and posing as an Argentine and a Spaniard. It was quite fun. The music was okay, but they really mostly covered rock songs.
On my third and final day in Edinburgh, I got to visit......................................................HOGWARTS! Or Edinburgh Castle...whatever. Needless to say, I went camera-happy and visited all my favourite places three times, wanting to get the most out of the experience before the cold banished me back inside. The Great Hall was so cool looking, but David's Tower had the most interesting stories, I thought.
Toward the end of the day, I tried to take some pictures of the big tourist attractions, but only came out with Greyfriars Bobby pictures and the Scott Memorial. Oh well.
Stirling was much more inviting, and I was more than happy to escape Edinburgh, but more on that later. This post is long enough.
Here, I had both my favourite and second-least favourite bit of my holiday!
Step One: Edinburgh
Okay, I got here after the nerve-wracking fiasco with the Flybussen and a three-hour coach ride. I felt queasy the entire time and had no directions to my hostel. Also, it was dark, raining a little, and really cold. (I'm a complainer, what can I say?) Anyway, if you know anything about Edinburgh, you know that it's separated into the Old Town and the New Town. Well, the coach station is in the New Town and my hostel was in the Old Town, so by the time I found it (three failed maps, two instances of no taxis in places marked 'taxis' and four oblivious bartenders later), I was in a right foul mood.
The hostel itself did not help. Remember, I was coming from an orderly, hotel-like environment to this. If ever there was a definitive 'party hostel', Castle Rock Youth Hostel was it. I checked in with a tipsy young man behind the counter, but I could hardly hear him for all the noise coming from the common room (the main one, anyway). It was actually a really neat setup, but I was hardly interested. Everything was painted wildly or set in blacklight, and I got lost about three times just finding the staircase down to my room.
I had signed up for a female dorm. They put me in a 12-bed room for long-termers. It looked like Dresden. It was also swarming with Americans and Canadians that would not stop talking like cheerleaders from films. The rooms were all creatively themed, and as my bed was in the Edinburgh Taverns room it was called The Last Drop. When the man at the desk told me this, I smiled nerously and tried to make like I knew what he was babbling on about. There was no space for my shoes, let alone my suitcase. We were provided lockers less than a quarter of the size of my closet in Bergen, but with a little safe inside that, to me, said, 'Your things aren't really safe locked in the locker, but in the safe...well, they might be okay...' The girl in the bed across from mine, Zelda, was quite nice, though. She was South African and spoke in an extremely quiet voice that made it very difficult to hear her in a room full of booming North Americans.
That night, I tried to settle in one of the many common rooms, but they were all so noisy and meet-people-y (social), that I couldn't settle down (I still wasn't feeling too friendly myself) and had to try to fall asleep with the large florescent lights about 20 feet above my head (they did have really high ceilings).
My first day wasn't much to talk about. I was still upset with the city, so I fell to woman's oldest feel-good standby: shopping. (If you think that's a little sexist...deal with it. Shopping can be fun in moderation.) I walked up and down the Royal Mile, visiting each and every tourist shop on that street. I think I was just fascinated that they were all exactly the same. I kept hoping for something new, but it never came. I did find my very first real purse and some nice gifts for a couple of people and was really excited every time I saw the name 'McLaren' on...anything, really. Good times. The best thing about all these shops? Most of them are run by Asian people in kilts. This was fun in one way (I got to meet a lot of Asians), but depressing in another (I don't think I heard a Scottish accent until my third and final day in Edinburgh). I also found the TIC and discovered that all shopping malls are boring, no matter where you go in the world. Highlight of the evening: watching 'Clear and Present Danger' (and finally not just the end) alone in the hostel's HUGE screening room. Poor Edinburgh, I never even gave you a chance.
Easter Day was much cooler. I went to the 11:30 service at St Giles Cathedral, and it was really nice to see a more traditional service for a change. The sermon was all about travellers and opening your mind to the beliefs and experiences of others, and I really liked it. Also, the building itself is quite beautiful (and accentuated by the choir that sounded like my dad's favourite Christmas album). Later, I was extremely surprised (and pleased) that no shops or museums were closed that day, so I visited the National Museum of Scotland. This had to be one of the biggest, most complete museums I've ever seen. It had everything you could ever want to learn about Scottish history, and it was really entertaining at the same time. I was proud of them.
I also visited the Elephant House cafe to see J.K. Rowling's inspiring view of Edinburgh Castle, but was scared off by the prices, so just settled for a sneaked picture of the castle through the window. Finally, I headed for Holyrood Park and the huge mound at the end of the Royal Mile that had been calling me for two days. It was a lovely little hike up the slopes and fun just hanging out in the rocks and grass. I like nature. Oh! Also, the slopes reminded me of 'Aaaaaaaaaas yoooooooouuuuu wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish!' In case you care. I came back with the idea of settling in for the night, but a Polish girl, Sylvia, met me in the internet room and convinced me to go out and hear some live traditional music. We were able to ward off the drunkards by speaking Spanish (she was fluent!) and posing as an Argentine and a Spaniard. It was quite fun. The music was okay, but they really mostly covered rock songs.
On my third and final day in Edinburgh, I got to visit......................................................HOGWARTS! Or Edinburgh Castle...whatever. Needless to say, I went camera-happy and visited all my favourite places three times, wanting to get the most out of the experience before the cold banished me back inside. The Great Hall was so cool looking, but David's Tower had the most interesting stories, I thought.
Toward the end of the day, I tried to take some pictures of the big tourist attractions, but only came out with Greyfriars Bobby pictures and the Scott Memorial. Oh well.
Stirling was much more inviting, and I was more than happy to escape Edinburgh, but more on that later. This post is long enough.
02 May 2008
Noruega! Norge! Norway!
The first leg of my journey:
The night before I left, I knew there was NO WAY I was going to meet my 8 o'clock bedtime; I was far too nervous about being on my own for three weeks. Instead, I went to Trine's room to try and settle down and then ended up talking with my-floor-Sophie and her extremely affable and Harry Potter-loving friends. This helped a lot. Not only did I get to blow off some steam, I also realised that when I actually started talking, I could get on quite well with other people (I know I've written about this a few times, but it keeps getting more intense).
Around 11 o'clock, though, I really needed to get to bed in order to be wide awake at 5 next morning. I eventually fell asleep around 2. Anne-Marte, Trine and I walked to the train station and had a pleasant journey discussing the royal families of both England and Norway and met up with Susanne at the aeroport nervous (in my case), but smiling. Anne-Marte and Trine insisted that I take the window seat to get my first glimpse of Norway, and WOW was it cool! Fjords are even more fun than just saying the word!
Los padres de Trine kindly drove me into town, Trine pointing out the mountains and important factories along the way, me hardly listening because I was too excited just to be in NORWAY! (Sorry, Trine.) She and her mother caught up in Norwegian, and I entertained myself by looking at all the mountains! ('Mountains, Gandalf!') Bergen was SO beautiful. There's the industrial side where the aeroport is, but then there's the harbour with the main city, which is surrounded by no less than seven mountains, most of them snow-capped at the time.
Once we arrived in the city, Trine said farewell to her parents and led me to my hostel. She left before I got in, though, and I panicked because I couldn't read the signs and kept thinking it had closed down when no one answered my knocks (I was knocking on an lift shaft's door). Eventuallly I found some stairs that looked promising and made my way up to the hostel where I was pleasantly surprised by the cleanliness and comfort of the room. Everyone had their own half-wardrobe that could be locked, plenty of room to store luggage and a nice little table by the window. I was originally rooming with an older Norwegian woman and a Chilean girl a couple of years older than me, who was extremely nice and energetic (she and I got on quite well, especially because I could try to help her fix her computer, as I could read the Spanish instructions).
I'm glad I had a week here, because there was a LOT to do, even if a lot of it looked a bit stupid at first glance. Bergen was full of pleasant surprises. In my time here, I saw no less than two Sperm Whale jawbones, about four Viking ships, the ancient houses of Bergen (or what was left of them), a slew of wooden buildings that you could (hopefully legally) climb up and explore, a fish market and surrounding vendors ready to rip off foolish travellers like myself, the crappy Al Pacino film '88 Minutes' twice with Norwegian subtitles (I learned lots!), the rocky shores of Trine's home island (which I still can't spell, but always sounded like 'Eragon' to an extent), the fjords IN PERSON (that'd make an interesting band name...), a traditional marching drum band, an aquarium covered in very cold snow, just what brown cheese tastes like (peanut butter, admit it, my Norwegian friends), an awesome tourist hat (that the lady told me wasn't touristy at all! 'The Norwegian people are very proud of their flag'), the ancient and incredible fortress of the Berghaus, weird-looking nobbly trees, the top(ish) of Mount Fløyen, a creepy Japanese spidercrab that made me want to cry in fear and DID make the little British girl cry in fear, houses climbing all the way up a huge moutain, way too much art for someone who admittedly doesn't understand most of it, a pipe-maker's loft that would only take patrons by appointment, a strange, upright stone slab that I'm sure had a great history but just reminded me of '2001: A Space Odyssey', an extremely red church, more statues of Edward Grieg than I thought I would ever see and the nicest tourist information centre I have ever seen (it looked like a museum)!
I think that's the longest sentence I've ever written.
I also got to hang out with Trine a lot and even met two of her friends, Nyl Sare and Camilla (I hope that's right), at a students bar where we were interrupted by an inebriated fisherman who told us that he decidedly did NOT kill whales. Or the other way around...I don't know. He asked us all where we were from, and we all said Norway first, then he asked where we were from again and we all replied 'England'. Then the nice bar lady kicked him out. A good time was had by all.
When I finally had to leave, I bid Marken-Gjestehus (my hostel) a sad farewell. I knew I would miss its comfort and cleanliness once back in the UK. (Oh! And there was this older Norwegian guy in the hostel with a really deep voice who looked exactly like Anton 'Friendo' Chigurh from 'No Country For Old Men', but he was really friendly.) I went down to the Flybussen stop to meet an elderly Newcastle couple waiting to get to the aeroport for my same flight, but we found out about an hour later there was no bus running that day because it was Good Friday. One driver took pity on us, though, and made a special run to carry us and one Norwegian guy to the aeroport, which was nice. We made it, and I assumed a window seat again to say goodbye to those awesome fjords. Hee hee....fjords...
P.S. - Never try salvi Läkerol. Ever.
The night before I left, I knew there was NO WAY I was going to meet my 8 o'clock bedtime; I was far too nervous about being on my own for three weeks. Instead, I went to Trine's room to try and settle down and then ended up talking with my-floor-Sophie and her extremely affable and Harry Potter-loving friends. This helped a lot. Not only did I get to blow off some steam, I also realised that when I actually started talking, I could get on quite well with other people (I know I've written about this a few times, but it keeps getting more intense).
Around 11 o'clock, though, I really needed to get to bed in order to be wide awake at 5 next morning. I eventually fell asleep around 2. Anne-Marte, Trine and I walked to the train station and had a pleasant journey discussing the royal families of both England and Norway and met up with Susanne at the aeroport nervous (in my case), but smiling. Anne-Marte and Trine insisted that I take the window seat to get my first glimpse of Norway, and WOW was it cool! Fjords are even more fun than just saying the word!
Los padres de Trine kindly drove me into town, Trine pointing out the mountains and important factories along the way, me hardly listening because I was too excited just to be in NORWAY! (Sorry, Trine.) She and her mother caught up in Norwegian, and I entertained myself by looking at all the mountains! ('Mountains, Gandalf!') Bergen was SO beautiful. There's the industrial side where the aeroport is, but then there's the harbour with the main city, which is surrounded by no less than seven mountains, most of them snow-capped at the time.
Once we arrived in the city, Trine said farewell to her parents and led me to my hostel. She left before I got in, though, and I panicked because I couldn't read the signs and kept thinking it had closed down when no one answered my knocks (I was knocking on an lift shaft's door). Eventuallly I found some stairs that looked promising and made my way up to the hostel where I was pleasantly surprised by the cleanliness and comfort of the room. Everyone had their own half-wardrobe that could be locked, plenty of room to store luggage and a nice little table by the window. I was originally rooming with an older Norwegian woman and a Chilean girl a couple of years older than me, who was extremely nice and energetic (she and I got on quite well, especially because I could try to help her fix her computer, as I could read the Spanish instructions).
I'm glad I had a week here, because there was a LOT to do, even if a lot of it looked a bit stupid at first glance. Bergen was full of pleasant surprises. In my time here, I saw no less than two Sperm Whale jawbones, about four Viking ships, the ancient houses of Bergen (or what was left of them), a slew of wooden buildings that you could (hopefully legally) climb up and explore, a fish market and surrounding vendors ready to rip off foolish travellers like myself, the crappy Al Pacino film '88 Minutes' twice with Norwegian subtitles (I learned lots!), the rocky shores of Trine's home island (which I still can't spell, but always sounded like 'Eragon' to an extent), the fjords IN PERSON (that'd make an interesting band name...), a traditional marching drum band, an aquarium covered in very cold snow, just what brown cheese tastes like (peanut butter, admit it, my Norwegian friends), an awesome tourist hat (that the lady told me wasn't touristy at all! 'The Norwegian people are very proud of their flag'), the ancient and incredible fortress of the Berghaus, weird-looking nobbly trees, the top(ish) of Mount Fløyen, a creepy Japanese spidercrab that made me want to cry in fear and DID make the little British girl cry in fear, houses climbing all the way up a huge moutain, way too much art for someone who admittedly doesn't understand most of it, a pipe-maker's loft that would only take patrons by appointment, a strange, upright stone slab that I'm sure had a great history but just reminded me of '2001: A Space Odyssey', an extremely red church, more statues of Edward Grieg than I thought I would ever see and the nicest tourist information centre I have ever seen (it looked like a museum)!
I think that's the longest sentence I've ever written.
I also got to hang out with Trine a lot and even met two of her friends, Nyl Sare and Camilla (I hope that's right), at a students bar where we were interrupted by an inebriated fisherman who told us that he decidedly did NOT kill whales. Or the other way around...I don't know. He asked us all where we were from, and we all said Norway first, then he asked where we were from again and we all replied 'England'. Then the nice bar lady kicked him out. A good time was had by all.
When I finally had to leave, I bid Marken-Gjestehus (my hostel) a sad farewell. I knew I would miss its comfort and cleanliness once back in the UK. (Oh! And there was this older Norwegian guy in the hostel with a really deep voice who looked exactly like Anton 'Friendo' Chigurh from 'No Country For Old Men', but he was really friendly.) I went down to the Flybussen stop to meet an elderly Newcastle couple waiting to get to the aeroport for my same flight, but we found out about an hour later there was no bus running that day because it was Good Friday. One driver took pity on us, though, and made a special run to carry us and one Norwegian guy to the aeroport, which was nice. We made it, and I assumed a window seat again to say goodbye to those awesome fjords. Hee hee....fjords...
P.S. - Never try salvi Läkerol. Ever.
28 April 2008
Wrap-Up
Okay, here's the scoop in thrity seconds:
Norway, Scotland, England, Ireland - all amazing, more details to come.
Schoolwork - getting a little crazy.
Health - not feeling too well at present.
York - awesome! Not only am I actually hanging out with people on a truly regular basis and finally connecting enough that I'll be sad when we all leave, I saw a guy get rescued by helicopter from the top of the Minster!
Travel - New cities, here we come!
Home - still can't wait, despite enjoying myself greatly here, but I am scared about camp coming up...(if I even get it).
Any requests for specific details and/or photos? SORRY IT'S TAKING SO LONG!
Norway, Scotland, England, Ireland - all amazing, more details to come.
Schoolwork - getting a little crazy.
Health - not feeling too well at present.
York - awesome! Not only am I actually hanging out with people on a truly regular basis and finally connecting enough that I'll be sad when we all leave, I saw a guy get rescued by helicopter from the top of the Minster!
Travel - New cities, here we come!
Home - still can't wait, despite enjoying myself greatly here, but I am scared about camp coming up...(if I even get it).
Any requests for specific details and/or photos? SORRY IT'S TAKING SO LONG!
12 March 2008
Kicked the habit
Well, it's been a really good week, even though a lot of my closest friends have already left for home. I've gotten to hang out with the Norwegians a lot and get to know them better, which is really nice. They're a great group! We went out to the Habit, my absolute favourite pub in York - they have live music and an Ankh-Morpork atmosphere without all the violence! 
They also shared with me their love of Pride and Prejudice, and I must admit, it was pretty amazing! Even the guys were getting excited about it, haha!
I've also been working up the long, LONG overdue courage to actually speak up in the presence of my flatmates, which has been very rewarding. Woo hoo! And now it's off to adventure and discovery! I'm really looking forward to Norway and Scotland especially! Oh! It's going to be great!
They also shared with me their love of Pride and Prejudice, and I must admit, it was pretty amazing! Even the guys were getting excited about it, haha!
I've also been working up the long, LONG overdue courage to actually speak up in the presence of my flatmates, which has been very rewarding. Woo hoo! And now it's off to adventure and discovery! I'm really looking forward to Norway and Scotland especially! Oh! It's going to be great!
08 March 2008
No turning back now...
That's it! The plans are set and ready to be put in motion on Friday! I have everything booked and paid and am getting more and more nervous by the minute. Woo hoo! I'll catch you all up when I get back, but there may be some long periods of silence - sorry in advance! EUROPE AWAITS!
04 March 2008
I've got to admit, it's getting better...
Sorry for the wait, but there's been lots of ch-ch-ch-ch-changes!
First of all, Lidas came to visit, and that was fun. It was really nice to see her and be able to talk with someone I actually know for a change. Other than that, we didn't really do much except try Quiz Night and meet with Laetitia and her family for crepes and my first ever Nutella experience! No one was in the dorms - NO ONE - and walking around York does get quite boring after a while... On the upside, Lidas unwittingly provided me with my newest favourite New Zealand folk parody duo, Flight of the Conchords. (Incidentally, when we were at Quiz Night this week, they played a FotC song, and no one understood my excitement.)
Anyway, she's off having a much better time now in Paris, so all is well. Good new this week is that I actually had a really enthusiastic and more than satisfactory lecture! In Peace Studies, we talked about the role of Europeans in international security. It was really quite invigorating for me! Globalisation, cultural identity, nationalism! It had it all...
ANYWAY, we also discovered that a direct, 2-hour train to London will only run 11 pound 25 each way, so....there's a future trip not-really-planned-but-at-least-mentioned with Lucy and Kirsten. Woo hoo! Well, we'll see.
This morning, I went out into the newly renevated 'wildlife area' outside my dormitory and played the guitar for a good forty-five minutes.
Also, I had decided to stop bothering the folks upstairs, but when I woke up this morning, I was so restless and sick of relying on the internationals, that I had another go. I actually ended up going out with the group on my floor, though, and it was really fun! I spent about an hour and a half just talking with Sophie and Conor in Sophie's room, but then Chris, Nick and Dan joined us when we went out, and it wasn't bad at all. We actually found SEATS this time and could hear each other talking. I wasn't afraid this time and got in on some good conversation, especially with Chris and Conor - they're hilarious!
It's yet another fresh start, and I have a good feeling about this one. (Sorry for all the vacillation...)
First of all, Lidas came to visit, and that was fun. It was really nice to see her and be able to talk with someone I actually know for a change. Other than that, we didn't really do much except try Quiz Night and meet with Laetitia and her family for crepes and my first ever Nutella experience! No one was in the dorms - NO ONE - and walking around York does get quite boring after a while... On the upside, Lidas unwittingly provided me with my newest favourite New Zealand folk parody duo, Flight of the Conchords. (Incidentally, when we were at Quiz Night this week, they played a FotC song, and no one understood my excitement.)
Anyway, she's off having a much better time now in Paris, so all is well. Good new this week is that I actually had a really enthusiastic and more than satisfactory lecture! In Peace Studies, we talked about the role of Europeans in international security. It was really quite invigorating for me! Globalisation, cultural identity, nationalism! It had it all...
ANYWAY, we also discovered that a direct, 2-hour train to London will only run 11 pound 25 each way, so....there's a future trip not-really-planned-but-at-least-mentioned with Lucy and Kirsten. Woo hoo! Well, we'll see.
This morning, I went out into the newly renevated 'wildlife area' outside my dormitory and played the guitar for a good forty-five minutes.
Also, I had decided to stop bothering the folks upstairs, but when I woke up this morning, I was so restless and sick of relying on the internationals, that I had another go. I actually ended up going out with the group on my floor, though, and it was really fun! I spent about an hour and a half just talking with Sophie and Conor in Sophie's room, but then Chris, Nick and Dan joined us when we went out, and it wasn't bad at all. We actually found SEATS this time and could hear each other talking. I wasn't afraid this time and got in on some good conversation, especially with Chris and Conor - they're hilarious!
It's yet another fresh start, and I have a good feeling about this one. (Sorry for all the vacillation...)
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