A few weeks ago I took a weekend trip to Boston with Ciara, Annie, Cat and Kayla. Ever the Australian, Kayla decided she would try to sneak in without paying(or try to book the bed when we arrived), but alas, non-Aussie "hostelles" have at least some security measures, and ACCESS WAS DENIED! However, when the staff realised she had just been kicked out by her boyfriend, their hearts melted and all was good with the world once more. The next day we walked the central part of the Freedom Trail like good little tourists, and I realised that
1) The Boston Tea Party may go a long way towards explaining why American Tea is so watery
2) Old gravestones all look like they have Jack Skellington drawn on the top of them.
We also hit up the JFK museum, which was as beautiful as ever, and took very attractive pictures of ourselves on the waterfront outside. Another ride on the "T" train thingie brought us to Harvard, which to be honest wasn't as impressive as I'd thought it would be. We did arrive at night though, and we didn't know what we were looking at anyway (case and point; we thought the dining hall was a church). That evening we went to see Paranormal Activity 2, a genuinely hilarious experience when you watch with three terrified friends. On the walk back we also saw Fenway Park, which looked decidedly boring. Baseball= blargh. Sunday was shopping time, all seven hours worth, and it was beautiful. Expensive, but beautiful. Words can't even express how much I love Boston, but they can come pretty close. I LOVE BOSTON!!!! WOOOOOOO!!!!
The weekend after was Halloween, and the beginning of the end for my madcap partying lifestyle. On Friday we all dressed up as the Six Deadly Sins (Sloth was in bed when we went to collect her) and partied it up carriage style. Haha. We all looked decidedly awesome, thanks go to Morgan for lending me a dress, woooop. The next day we went to see the musical "Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson" on Broadway. It was absolutely brilliant; the set design was fantastic, the music and comedy were pitch-perfect and I actually learned a tiny bit about American History. I definitely recommend it!
The following weekend (I think?!) was our trip to New York and the U.N. Aside from having the worst tour guides known to man (insulting us for taking photos? Well it's that or we start stealing the seats from the unimportant countries, so get over it), the U.N. was interesting enough. After that Winnie took a load of us down to China town for lunch, and it was tastyyy :). We spent the rest of the day browsing around Little Italy and Soho, doing some shopping and eating yummy yummy cheesecake. We met up back at Grand Central, and after a long coach journey got back to campus where we went out partying once again. Unfortunately I was so tired I didn't have the best time, and I've not been out since. SOB.
A couple of weeks ago I and a good forty other people went to be in the live audience at a taping of the Jerry Springer show. We were picked up in the "Jerry Bus" (a.k.a. a Peter Pan bus) and whisked away to glamorous Stamford CT, where the show is now filmed. I sat on the front row, but luckily wasn't in shot too often as Mr. Springer had decided he was going to make Ciara and Melissa famous (creeper....). Nonetheless, I for some reason thought it was a good idea to pull a weird face at the camera, so yay for my stupid mug now facing limitless reruns on the tv and youtube. It also appears I am incapable of clapping like a normal human being, but in the three hours or so of filming I think the practise did me good. I can't lie, every time I had to jump up and shout "Jerry, Jerry" I died a little inside, I've never been so uncomfortable betraying my own principles. But there was nowhere to hide, so I clapped along like the spineless worm I am. When I go back to stage my rebellion, I'll make sure I have something to hide behind.
There's more, but I figure if you've reached this point you're probably wishing I'd shut up right now, so I'll save that for another time.
Peace out xxxxx
