Keeping up the tradition of weekend blogging, because hey, why fix it when it ain't broken?
So, last night me, the frenchie, my blogging amigo and his date decided to go on a spontaneous, alcohol-fueled party streak. After some pizza, we started out in a surprisingly well-packed apartment (and when I say well-packed, I mean cramped) returned to our apartments to pick stuff up, and then went to the town.
First we went to Club M, only to realise that we were just about the only people there, and then headed on to Purty Kitchen, where we met up with a lot of other french people. That place is always too full for my taste, but we had decent fun until it closed. Then, the real fun began; on the way home it started "snowing". I use qoutation marks, because it wasn't really snow - it was more like hail, but pretty decent amounts of it, so it behaved and looked like snow. A small cab ride later me and three frenchies wound up back at the campus only to find that we weren't the only ones having discovered the "snow" - people were already out and looking at it. I met Jack and my two norwegian flatmates there, and one thing led to another and before we knew it, there was a huge snowball war outside the halls of residence at 4:30 in the morning. Great fun.
Today, we just might hit the town again. Not sure yet. If it can top the snow war anarchy of last night, I'll be in wonderland.
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