I am behind on my blog posts

(Note: the events of this blog happened on January 2^nd. Therefore, it is slightly outdated and I can’t be arsed to fix it.)

So I finally bought my first pint!

Somehow I spent all of those weeks in Ireland and Spain mooching off other people. Even though I was legally able to purchase alcohol there, I never did. Though I did accept my free pint of Guinness from the Guinness factory, and I was kinda-sorta carded there because I was a little bit nervous about getting an entire pint of Guinness to myself. Legally.

But I have finally bought a pint of beer! For me! And it was wonderful! Well, not really, because it was some sort of ale-thing and I’m not fond of ale-type beers because they’re bitter, but still. It was my first pint purchased with my own money, and therefore it is special.

It all started when one of my other hostel-mates, Agustina, moved in. She said we needed to celebrate arriving in London, so the two of us bundled up and wandered throughout the streets looking for a pub. We finally settled on some place that I never took down the name of, which is kind of a fail now that I think about it. Ah well, I’ll probably return there because the beer was relatively cheap. I got a whole pint for under £4! I was expecting all of my pints to be over £4! So I thought maybe it was crappy beer, which it could have been but I honestly can’t tell the difference unless it tastes like Coors, in which case I know it’s crappy beer.

I bought a pint of London’s Best, or something similarly named, because it had “London” in the name and that’s where I am right now. Like I said, it was ale and therefore not my favourite sort of beer, but it was a pint and dammit, that’s what I wanted. Sometimes a girl just needs a pint!

Anyway, Agustina (who goes by Agus) and I both ordered pints and settled in for a long conversation about the comparisons between the advertising styles of various countries, why Barcelona is awesome, why Latin America is awesome, excellent beaches, the best time of year to visit San Francisco, immigration (let me tell you getting visas to the US is apparently a ROYAL PAIN IN THE ARSE), and the differences between Argentina and the United States. Because it was about 5pm and I hadn’t eaten since 3am, I was rather tipsy after just one pint. Which meant I got really chatty, which is probably why we talked about so many things. It was a good night.

Also, it is not nearly as cold here as I would have imagined. Yeah, it was nippy, but with a scarf and knit gloves and my coat, I was just fine.

I did end up getting a ham sandwich at the hostel and having that for dinner. Tomorrow night will be fish and chips night, so help me God.

And now I think I’m going to bed at 7pm, because I am exhausted. It has been a long day, or two days, or however many days it has been. Stupid time travel  zones. Hopefully I can fix my WiFi tomorrow so I can post some blogs and go on Facebook and tweet about stuff and more or less keep in touch with the folks back home. Besides, I plan on going everywhere tomorrow. Trafalgar Square, Buckingham Palace, Parliament, the London Eye, St. James Park, that other park, the British Museum... there are TOO MANY THINGS TO DO and NOT ENOUGH DAYS BEFORE ORIENTATION IN WHICH TO DO THEM.