My family is finally here. Well, minus Logan of course. It has been a fabulous and extremely busy week. I don't think I've had a moment to stop and consider the true amazingness that is my life since they got here (because I've been living the amazingess). I love them all so much, Mclean included. So, to update you all on the goings on of a blessed life (tuck in, this will take a while...):
We went out to a random club on Tuesday night last week, and it was quite interesting. I ended up talking to this man who was in his forties and (apparently) kept saying "I bet you're wondering why I'm here," only I didn't any of what he was saying, so I just said what I thought was appropriate to the conversation. Which, it turns out, were things like, "Oh, I love Harry Potter," and "I might be going to the premiere." So, you can imagine how much sense I made. (I made total sense to myself, however.) But, I was way excited for my family to get to me. I'm still excited, because I get to go and see them in London tomorrow (or rather, today now)! Hazah. But anyways, that night we all went out for Indian food and it was fabulous (NAN!).
The next day, then, I met ma famille outside St. Mary the Virgin underneath that gorgeous Cherry blossom tree. We went to Ben's Cookies and then to the Turf, where I had a pint of cider and black for lunch (not a good decision right before class, btw). I then ran back to make it to Shakespeare class where we talked about the Merchant of Venice for a while. Then I met my family again, and we walked around and saw the outside of Christ church before going to the Eagle and Child (where the Inklings met--this means C.S. Lewis and J.R.R Tolkien--so I was way excited. So was Dad, though he was slightly more catatonic... Oh, here is an amusing tidbit of the conversation we had, whilst everyone was falling asleep (at the table):
Me: That's a cute bag, Mom. Where'd you get it?
Mira: Probably DSW.
Mom: No, I think it was the Nordstrom Rack.
Dad: Ashmolean.
Pause.
Me: ... Did you just want to say that?
Dad: Yup.
Me: It is a fun word.
Dad: Ashmolean.
Lovely. I think he was half asleep. He was also trying to convince my mother to order him a summer pudding, but she would not. So he sighs and says, fine, I'll have the fruit compote. What do you think compote is made of? My mom asks (this is a dessert, not a healthy choice). "Composed of fruit." Is what my dad says, and then tries to convince Mira to see if a summer pudding comes with her latte. (It doesn't.)
Anyways, they all left shortly after that to get some much needed sleep, and I walked back to my maze of an apartment to get ready for dinner with the Tutors. We had dinner in a great hall like dining hall--and by that I mean we sat in one of three long tables and the Tutors and program directors sat up at the table where Dumbledore would have sat. Awesome. Then we went to the Univ Bar and chatted for a while before heading back up to our rooms to pack. The next day dawned and left me standing outside University College for over an hour waiting for my parents. Lovely.
Then we went to Blenheim, saw the beautiful grounds and then headed out to get to our bed and breakfast. Let me just tell you this: I skipped breakfast in order to do this. So you can understand the direness of our situation. I also skipped lunch in favor of an ice cream cone. So we left Blenheim around five and went to see Stratford upon Avon, then skipped having dinner there so we could have dinner at our B&B. Here is an example our of sense of direction: we were going around yet another roundabout, in probably not the right direction, when my dad says, "Okay, it's a three fourths turn. Get off on the third choice." Then mom says, "What, what, what makes you think I would believe you?" Then we go around to the third exit and "That's a supermarket." Bahahahaha oh my parents...
Anyways, after about two hours of getting lost, we finally get on the right road and.... BAM! Mom hit the curb and we could hear the floppity flop that meant our tire was not quite right. So we stopped to check it out and YES we had a flat. So, we checked for the spare. NO, we did not have a spare. Naturally. So, we called about five different people and then finally Richard the Lionhearted tow truck man came to pick us up and drove us and our car to our B&B. Which was probably just as well because we most likely would never have found this place. It was so quaint and lovely and it had heated floors (heaven). In fact, we were there during the town clean up, in which the whole town gathered in the center (by walking out their doors) and helped tidy up. I counted thirteen people. How lovely.
Then the next day we went to see Chatsworth (where Pemberley was filmed for the Kiera Knightley version), and had a fun day walking about the grounds, even though most of it was under construction (sad). The best part, however apart from listening to the P&P soundtrack as I walked through the hall and seeing the statue room and the statue of Mr. Darcy, was this conversation between my mother and father. My mom was just finishing a story about how Chatsworth was connected to America when my Dad goes to sit down on a chair, then calmly stands up and comes back. Then my mom finished talking, and my dad says, "You know what I just learned?" "What?" My mom asks. "That they put prickly pine cone thingys on the chairs so you don't sit on them." Bahahahahahahaha. Oh, classic...
Alright, that is all I have time for at the moment, but rest assured, I will try to update you all over my exciting spring break adveture! I love you all, stay cool (though not too cool, jeez ohio...). Hugs!
-LPRO
PS - This happened.
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