weekend.

This weekend consisted of the following:

a posh/tramp party (i was posh)
dancing (on sticky floors)
me telling off sleazy eastern europeans who were hitting on my drunk flat-mate. (i was bigger then them)
free pasta (from the guys who saw me tell off the sleazy men)
late night walking (including conversations with strangers)
breakfast at a place called Chocolate Soup. (basically giant bowls of hot chocolate, amazing.)
losing people on the bus (we are all here now)
being made fun of consistently for my "american" accent.(it just seems to never get old)
watching a band from S.F. at an art venue/vegan restaurant/pub/record store. (all in one!)