Off to Edinburgh

Alrighty, I'm off to Edinburgh in about 8 hours. I still have to pack. In fact, my clothes still have to dry. Damn.
While I wait for my things to dry, I'll fill you in on the goings on of the last several days.

I stole a comb from a Euro-hipster. More accurately, I sort of found it on the ground after it clattered out of his man-purse, and decided to pocket it instead of returning said comb to said Euro-hipster. As the very friendly Briton next to me on the street said at that moment: "Oh, I think he'll be fine without it," accompanied with a grin.

I've seen two shows since last post: a very well done pub-theatre showing of "The Comedy of Errors," and a mainstage production of "A Flea in Her Ear." To my great and giddy surprise, I discovered that Tom Hollander is starring in "A Flea" (For those of you who didn't nod your heads or gasp in understanding: Mr Hollander is the man who played Mr Collins in the Kiera Knightley rendition of Pride and Prejudice.), and the rest of the production was spectacular: I began to laugh before Act I was finished, and continued in this fashion throughout the rest of the play... including the duration of the ten-minute intermission.

I've been in class: and for such requirements, I've done something which I didn't expect to do 'til I was retired: I read Jane Eyre. I'll not go so far as to say that I enjoyed it, but it was indeed well written for it's subject matter, and I can appreciate that.

I have not done any laundry. This is just now becoming an irksome situation, as I am now staying up past my bedtime in order to have clean (and dry) clothes for the morning. This wouldn't be such a hassle staying up so late (past midnight at this point, straying towards 1am), save that I have to wake up in 5 hours to leave for Edinburgh in time. Ef.

I've had my first clubbing experience. In all blunt honesty, I had a more enjoyable time waiting in line for the club (Fabric) than the club itself. Allow me to explain. First off, it was past midnight when I found my friends in line, and we were instantly brought together by the communal enemies that were the looming rainclouds and the extremely long Line. At one point, we all abandoned the Line for a pub (both for drinks and for a warmer environment). Then, the return to the Line, and lo! and behold, we find ourselves behind a fellow American. Let's call her Lucy. The magical part, however, came a couple minutes into our conversations when she removed from her coat a kazoo-shaped pipe and began to smoke it. We were naturally curious; when we asked her what it was, she responded: "It's stuff from Dubai, wanna try it?" I can safely say that (besides the occasional celebratory cigar) the first tobacco that I've ever smoked, actually inhaled, I only know as Stuff from Dubai. Also, my ears were ringing for more than 20 hours after we left Fabric. That was some really efifng loud techno.

So, that's about all the exciting stuff I can readily remember. (Remember, I'm really tired.) I get on a train for Edinburgh, Scotland, at 7:45 tomorrow, and I'll be without an Internet device for the next several days. I'll letcha know how it is. Cold, I imagine.