Travels

It's been a while since I've posted anything on here. I had visions of me at my desk blogging away and neglecing the ever increasing piles of work evil Bosslady gives me. Anyway, I've been on holiday snce April 3. NYC, Washington DC and now Toronto.
For those of you who haven't been to NYC, don't bother. It's like, waaaaayyy over-rated. It's full of skanky people trying to get to skanky places on the skanky subway. There is a smell which permeates the city. The smell of death. DEATH.

That may be a bit of an exaggeration but it does stink over there. I was staying with a friend who was at Green College last year and is now working in Washington DC but who has access to an amazingingly swish flat in the Upper West Side, directly opposite Columbia University. Our days consisted of doing touristy stuff during the day, eating huge numbers of bagles and pizza slices (not much culture though, thankfully) and then get absolutely wasted, plastered, shit-faced, hammered (I could go on...) at night. We went to such classy establishments as Splash, XL, Park, Hiro and the wonderfuly named Cock. Cock has to be experienced. Mere words alone cannot describethe horror, the filth, the utter DIRTYNESS of the place. I had quite a pleasant time though. Bumped into a mate of my housemate's boyfriend and his friend who were a good laugh, as well as loads of other people from England. It was the same everythere we went, we'd be tripping over the English. This is no bad thing though as we'd get together and have a giggle about the land of white socks and fat people. The whole white socks issue is peculiar. I find then strangely sexy and yet I'd never wear them. There is something very simple, conservative and innocent about them. And I will never get the whole Abercrombie & Fitch/GAP look. Baggy shapeless clothes topped off with (bottomed out with?) a pair of blindingly white socks.

Anyway, NYC = good. Washington DC = AMAZING.

For the first time since arriving in the UK, I can honestly see myself living somewhere else. Washington is the right size, the Metro is the cleanest and most efficient I've ever experienced, the archiecture is beautiful, there is lots to do and see and the locals are very firendly and not too hickish.
I met some interesting people in DC. One of whom lives 5 minutes from me in Oxford. I also met some complete and utter freaks.
Another thing I liked aout NYC/DC is that I got asked for ID everywhere, from buying wine in a suprmarket to trying to get into a bar. It was amazing. I thought at first that bouncer man was joking but no, he was deadly serious. It was very flattering...


Now I'm in Toronto (where I grew up) and it's really fucking dire. The bit in which my parents live is quite clinical and is dominated by luxury highrises and shopping malls. It doesn't get much more different than Oxford. Ah Oxford...how I miss you. I love going on holiday but I think I love coming back home (which is what Oxford is to me) almost as much.

Next holiday is to India in November. I'm quite looking forward to it but am bracing myself both mentally and rectally for the dysentry.

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Currently listening to Supergirl by Reamon.

Must speed date...