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It's been a Mary Chapin Carpenter kind of weekend so far. By that I mean a rather mellow, sepia-tinted world. No, I don't really know what I'm saying, but it sounds cool.
Anyway. I've had the flat to myself for most of the past day or so - it just worked out like that, which is fine. Last night, I had a couple of hours between when everybody else went out clubbing and when the Labrynith/drinking games commenced upstairs. Turning Labrynith into a drinking game made for very amusing results - it's fun being the only mostly-sober person amongst a group of drunks. After the movie, we played kings, yet another drinking game - I managed to make one glass last me about two rounds, which impressed me if nobody else.
After everybody was sufficiently soused to tell the truth, we did a form of never have I ever. (This, you see, is all the childish alcohol-related stuff I missed in high school...) I managed to destroy a few people's perceptions of me, which amused me to no end. I specifically remember after having lost a point on some question involving interesting intercourse (don't remember exactly which one it was off-hand) hearing Peter cry "Stephanie?! You?! I thought you were a virgin! I was sure...I mean, I assumed...really?!?" So I have some sort of reputation, it seems - which got torn to shreds with that game. Eh, they probably don't remember much of it anyway.
For the moment I'm just enjoying being on my own. I didn't realize exactly how much I need privacy until it was completely stripped away from me. About the only time I get completely alone anymore is my walk to school and when I'm in the bathroom. That's one of the big things I miss about home right now. Of course, there's also all the people at home I miss, too - both ends of that spectrum. Next week marks the halfway point in my stay in London. Already.
Good grief.
Anyway. I've had the flat to myself for most of the past day or so - it just worked out like that, which is fine. Last night, I had a couple of hours between when everybody else went out clubbing and when the Labrynith/drinking games commenced upstairs. Turning Labrynith into a drinking game made for very amusing results - it's fun being the only mostly-sober person amongst a group of drunks. After the movie, we played kings, yet another drinking game - I managed to make one glass last me about two rounds, which impressed me if nobody else.
After everybody was sufficiently soused to tell the truth, we did a form of never have I ever. (This, you see, is all the childish alcohol-related stuff I missed in high school...) I managed to destroy a few people's perceptions of me, which amused me to no end. I specifically remember after having lost a point on some question involving interesting intercourse (don't remember exactly which one it was off-hand) hearing Peter cry "Stephanie?! You?! I thought you were a virgin! I was sure...I mean, I assumed...really?!?" So I have some sort of reputation, it seems - which got torn to shreds with that game. Eh, they probably don't remember much of it anyway.
For the moment I'm just enjoying being on my own. I didn't realize exactly how much I need privacy until it was completely stripped away from me. About the only time I get completely alone anymore is my walk to school and when I'm in the bathroom. That's one of the big things I miss about home right now. Of course, there's also all the people at home I miss, too - both ends of that spectrum. Next week marks the halfway point in my stay in London. Already.
Good grief.
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