so, where to begin?
well, i guess I'll just list.
Friday:
enjoyed a Yorkshire Terrier--my first local brew--with Sarah after work. I drew her a crude map of Los Angeles using two buiness cards, which she now will not give back to me. McDonald's for dinner...yeah. Had door duty that night; since the hostel was full I didn't get much sleep--had to deal with a lot of drunk people stumbling around in the lobby at all hours of the night and morning. I got MAYBE 5 hours of sleep total that night/morning, til it was
Saturday:
Went to the Viking Festival with Naomi and Christine. The town was crowded, muchlike I expect it is every day ofthe summer during tourist season. It was a lot like a Renaissance Faire, lots of fun foods and the occasional person dressed up in Viking garb or at leats wearing the horn helmet. But basically when I go to a festival it's to eat eat eat...so that's what I did. We did do some perusing of traditional Norse arts and crafts in a medieval house called the Barley House whcih normally costs £5 to get in and this day was reduced to £1. We stopped in the Christmas store to buy my plush flower, because after a week I still could not resist the temptation to buy one. It is very cute, its name is either Marjorie or Sunshine (haven't quiet decided).
After that, FOOD TIME. There was an international market with the most amazing selection of foods, all of which it was VERY difficult to pass by. I was disappointed, however, by the lack of any Norse or at least Scandinavian foods. No lefse, no rummegrot, or lutefisk (not that I would have eaten any of that), or Swedish meatballs, or pepparkakor...oh well. I ended up eating a bratwurst. Then we had milkshakes--I had strawberry and Skittles which youd think would be nasty but actaully tasted very good indeed. We then walked over to the Museum Gardens to watch a hundred or two guys dressed in Viking garb stand around and shout (seriously...that's all they did. they said "death to the saxons" and things like that) for about 20 minutes, and then walk off. We headed back tothe market and I bought a French potato-and-bacon dish for dinner. Spent the rest of the evening chatting, playing catch (seriously) in the lobby with Naomi, Sarah and D.J...and we all called it an early night because...
Sunday
was our trip to Whitby! We (myself, Sarah, Becs, Naomi, + Meimei once she joined us) got to Sarah's car (parked at Meimei's house which is about 30 minutes' walk away) at a little after 10, had to stop for gas and oil, and then were on our way finally at around 11. The drive was gorgeous--dramatic English countryside, I finally got to see what a moor looks like. We passed by a HUGE hole called the Hole of Horcum--literally massive, the size of a meteor hole, which we found out later was caused by landslides. We passed over hill and dale (seriously, I'm not just being cute) for about an hour going as fast as Wally (yeah, Sarah named her car. it's a red 1991 VW Golf. im not naming my future car except to call it sarcastic names and insults) could handle, and in a little over an hour we got to Whitby.
What a gorgeous, stereotypical English seaside town. Beautiful cliffs and beaches, with the ruins of the Abbey on the big cliff. The river Esk empties out into the North Sea in Whitby, so you get double the water body, double the fun. More fish-and-chips places than you can shake a stick at, and no shortage of gimmicky attractions such as fortune tellers, wax museums and the like either. I think we picked one of the yummier fish-and-chips places, but it was partially ruined forme only because the music of choice in the place was Sarah Brightman Sings Broadway's Best or some horrible thing. I abhor Sarah Brightman. But the food was excellent. And then I had cotton candy for dessert.
Then, to work off all the grease from the fish-n-chips and the sugar from the cotton candy, we walked the 199 steps to the cliff where St Mary's church adn Whitby Abbey ruins are located. It is in this amazing graveyard dating abck to I would guess the 19th century and a little earlier. The gravetones are mottled and corroded from the salt, which gives them an amazing eerie look. The view was incredible--sea, river, town. Look on my Facebook to see pictures. There was a group of goth-dressed people doing a photo shoot in the graveyard, which cracked us up. They looked like teenagers, doing promo pics for their poser goth band, haha.
Naomi and Sarah did the abbey tour. I probably should have, but wanted to save my money, plus my camera had just broken for good and I wanted to try and mess with it. So Becs and Meimei and I sat in a coffee shop and did a little window shopping. I was now in sadder spirits because my camera is now in bad shape and will probably need expensive repairs. :-(.
We left after that, as it was getting to be near sunset and chilly. It was chilly the whole way home too; it had to be kept cold or the windows would bloody fog up. We hit a spot of traffic on the way back into York--I don't think it even would count as traffic in LA, however. ;-)
Day ended alright. I boxed up my poor camera to be sent back to the US, praying--and I am still praying--that it makes it OK and that it won't be too expensive to repair and that Canon is OK with there not being an original receipt of purchase. SIIIIGH. I ate some chocolate, some dinner and nodded off...the end.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
No Sugar Tonight
1) in my coffee: I'm cutting back.
2) in my tea: see #1
3) to stand beside me: sugar sculptures were eaten by me. Hence #1 and #2.
4) to run with me: they were only scultpures and could not move.
Alright, enough nonsense.
Little enough has gone on in the past week, sadly, mostly because of the weather. We dealt with the large group of crazy juniors from Notre Dame who are studying abroad in London. Saturday consisted of staying in because of the weather, finally braving the weather to go to Evil Eye for a few minutes to download Phyllis' Weddnig, and then helping myself to a G& T while watching the espisode in the privacy of my special room. I DJ'd in the bar that night, and that led to some trouble. Some of the guys--I dunno if it's because I was trying to be friendly to them or what (a few went to my high school!), but they decided to bitch when I played Gwen Stefani...the girls of course loved it, but the boys went behind the bar and started manhandling my iPod. I was absolutely enraged, because 1) you do not go behind the bar 2) you do NOT put your hands on my property without my permission. So that night ended badly, but all things considered it was an OK day.
Next day was alright, I went shopping with Sarah. Got some food and other things, and she bought a car!! Methinks cars are in general cheaper here in the UK than in the US...I'm not kidding. It's weird. I found a really cute store in the York city centre that sells toys, and it has a player piano in it! It was playing the most cheery, bouncy tunes and it made me totally happy. I took a video. They also sold in this store these plush flowers with smily faces on them, and bendable stems. I might just have to buy one if the weather does not improve, because I absolutely cannot look at those things and not be cheery.
Last night I went out for sushi with the gang--meaning the 3 Americans and all the Aussies (Me, Christine, Becs being the three Americans and Naomi, Sarah + 3 new ones being the Aussies). Vudu lounge was across the street so we went there for drinks first...and Becs had a Sapphire tonic and let me have some...so it was my first Sapphire Tonic probably since December and it made me happy. Inspired by the menu's offer of a drink called the Multiple Screaming Orgasm, Sarah and Becs and I toasted Valentine's Day and the sexual toys that get us through it. This was followed by sashimi and chicken katsu at Buzz, a very trendy Japanese place. Expensive, but worth it. There wasn't really any variety of rolls, however, and so I missed CA Roll Factory and Pier 2 Sushi. The highlight of the evening was Becs putting all of the ginger in her mouth at once--she had never had Japanese food before--and seeing her face turn red and eyes water. Poor thing--that ginger was terrbily strong.
I'm sitting here at work with not a whole lot to say. York's Viking Festival starts today, and I've decided to go on the comedic walking tour called Park and Raid tomorrow evening. Ought to be amusing...I figure I should celebrate my Norwegian heritage a little. Tonight I can't go out and join in on the Valentine's Day/Men-Are-Black-Mold festivities of the night because I'm on door duty. It's more than OK, though, the wallet needs a break. And I've been called "love", "my dear," "my love" and "sweetheart" about 50 times already today by all the people who phone in to Benenden. Yeah they're strangers. And my own family can't manage to communicate. But that's another story for another day.
Before I go, 2 more observations about the British that I've noticed and find amusing/intriguing/maybe slightly daft.
1) Where an American would say as a casual greeting, "How are you doing?", the Brit says, "Are you alright?" They actually say it a lot. It takes getting used to, because as an American I want to answer, "Yeah, why?"
2) They refer to themselves wtih title and last name only, when identifying themselves for businesses or to strangers, which I find odd. Like, a woman will call our company here and clearly she doesn't know who she's talking to and she's going to have to give us her information so we can identify her. But she calls and says, "Hello, my name is Mrs. Smith and I want..." or a guy will say, "This is Mr. Bradford here and I want to change my address." It sounds a bit odd to my ears, because in the US you wouldn't get this. Having done a fair amount of phone answering there as well, people in the US will give their full name--like "Hi, I'm Josefina Rodriguez" or "This is Joseph Douglas here"--whereas in England you'd get "Miss Rodriguez" (well not the Rodriguez, but you get the idea) and "Mr. Douglas". Just a little interesting tidbit about the way people communicate here.
Speaking of Rodriguez, I FINALLY found La Fiesta Mechicana. Absolutely can't wait to go and see what they've got.
2) in my tea: see #1
3) to stand beside me: sugar sculptures were eaten by me. Hence #1 and #2.
4) to run with me: they were only scultpures and could not move.
Alright, enough nonsense.
Little enough has gone on in the past week, sadly, mostly because of the weather. We dealt with the large group of crazy juniors from Notre Dame who are studying abroad in London. Saturday consisted of staying in because of the weather, finally braving the weather to go to Evil Eye for a few minutes to download Phyllis' Weddnig, and then helping myself to a G& T while watching the espisode in the privacy of my special room. I DJ'd in the bar that night, and that led to some trouble. Some of the guys--I dunno if it's because I was trying to be friendly to them or what (a few went to my high school!), but they decided to bitch when I played Gwen Stefani...the girls of course loved it, but the boys went behind the bar and started manhandling my iPod. I was absolutely enraged, because 1) you do not go behind the bar 2) you do NOT put your hands on my property without my permission. So that night ended badly, but all things considered it was an OK day.
Next day was alright, I went shopping with Sarah. Got some food and other things, and she bought a car!! Methinks cars are in general cheaper here in the UK than in the US...I'm not kidding. It's weird. I found a really cute store in the York city centre that sells toys, and it has a player piano in it! It was playing the most cheery, bouncy tunes and it made me totally happy. I took a video. They also sold in this store these plush flowers with smily faces on them, and bendable stems. I might just have to buy one if the weather does not improve, because I absolutely cannot look at those things and not be cheery.
Last night I went out for sushi with the gang--meaning the 3 Americans and all the Aussies (Me, Christine, Becs being the three Americans and Naomi, Sarah + 3 new ones being the Aussies). Vudu lounge was across the street so we went there for drinks first...and Becs had a Sapphire tonic and let me have some...so it was my first Sapphire Tonic probably since December and it made me happy. Inspired by the menu's offer of a drink called the Multiple Screaming Orgasm, Sarah and Becs and I toasted Valentine's Day and the sexual toys that get us through it. This was followed by sashimi and chicken katsu at Buzz, a very trendy Japanese place. Expensive, but worth it. There wasn't really any variety of rolls, however, and so I missed CA Roll Factory and Pier 2 Sushi. The highlight of the evening was Becs putting all of the ginger in her mouth at once--she had never had Japanese food before--and seeing her face turn red and eyes water. Poor thing--that ginger was terrbily strong.
I'm sitting here at work with not a whole lot to say. York's Viking Festival starts today, and I've decided to go on the comedic walking tour called Park and Raid tomorrow evening. Ought to be amusing...I figure I should celebrate my Norwegian heritage a little. Tonight I can't go out and join in on the Valentine's Day/Men-Are-Black-Mold festivities of the night because I'm on door duty. It's more than OK, though, the wallet needs a break. And I've been called "love", "my dear," "my love" and "sweetheart" about 50 times already today by all the people who phone in to Benenden. Yeah they're strangers. And my own family can't manage to communicate. But that's another story for another day.
Before I go, 2 more observations about the British that I've noticed and find amusing/intriguing/maybe slightly daft.
1) Where an American would say as a casual greeting, "How are you doing?", the Brit says, "Are you alright?" They actually say it a lot. It takes getting used to, because as an American I want to answer, "Yeah, why?"
2) They refer to themselves wtih title and last name only, when identifying themselves for businesses or to strangers, which I find odd. Like, a woman will call our company here and clearly she doesn't know who she's talking to and she's going to have to give us her information so we can identify her. But she calls and says, "Hello, my name is Mrs. Smith and I want..." or a guy will say, "This is Mr. Bradford here and I want to change my address." It sounds a bit odd to my ears, because in the US you wouldn't get this. Having done a fair amount of phone answering there as well, people in the US will give their full name--like "Hi, I'm Josefina Rodriguez" or "This is Joseph Douglas here"--whereas in England you'd get "Miss Rodriguez" (well not the Rodriguez, but you get the idea) and "Mr. Douglas". Just a little interesting tidbit about the way people communicate here.
Speaking of Rodriguez, I FINALLY found La Fiesta Mechicana. Absolutely can't wait to go and see what they've got.
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
well it had to happen sooner or later
some things about these Brits piss me off. I knew it would happen eventually.
this whole thing:
Mateja: This is a very nice garden.
Brit: It is, actually.
Mateja: [brain implosion]
I know it ACTUALLY is. thats why i ACTUALLY said so.
...No seriously. do you think adding "actually" to everything makes you sound smart, or fancy? It ACTUALLY makes you sound like a douchebag.
....i think the lack of tacos is getting to me.
this whole thing:
Mateja: This is a very nice garden.
Brit: It is, actually.
Mateja: [brain implosion]
I know it ACTUALLY is. thats why i ACTUALLY said so.
...No seriously. do you think adding "actually" to everything makes you sound smart, or fancy? It ACTUALLY makes you sound like a douchebag.
....i think the lack of tacos is getting to me.
Monday, February 5, 2007
the good weekend.
This weekend the weather was stunning. Not the temperature, necessarily…but the weather. There was sunshine all day Saturday and Sunday, which made for excellent walking-around time. I was somewhat tired on Saturday morning after a chilly night spent doing the evening door shift at the hostel, but I was rested enough to shower, put on some nicer-looking clothes and hit the medieval City Walls that surround York…with my camera. Yes, my York documentary was conceived at 10:20, greenlighted at 10:22, and production began at about 11:30 (after hair and makeup, naturally). Sadly, I didn’t make much of a dent in filming because my camera ran out of memory AND battery not long after filming began. I still managed to get some decent shots, however, the best having the background sound of York Minster’s noontime bells.
Once filming was halted, I stopped at the York Hog Roast and got the most amazing lunch—a roll with pork, applesauce and stuffing inside. It was heavenly—and I ate it outside in King’s Square while watching a really funny street performer escape from chains and a straightjacket. I tipped him a pound because I was in such a good mood.
I walked the city walls more after that, just looking at the rooftops of York in the sunshine while Los Angeles was blasting on my iPod. Yeah…I really should stop with that thing because most of the songs on the playlists I like acutely remind me of this time and that time…and for some reason at this time it was just one song after another that made me think of California, or LA. And the sunshine added to that. But it was so beautiful I couldn’t stay in a bad mood.
I laid low until later that evening, when I was forced to eat soup and broccoli for dinner because someone had stolen my spaghetti. They had also eaten HALF of my Gloucester cheese. Ugh. Anyway, then my roommate Sarah and I got ready for our planned “night on the town.” We behaved like girls, trying on outfits and putting makeup on. It was pretty darn amusing to everyone else in the room. We got to the Vudu Lounge early, before it got too crowded. It is a very classy bar (there are a lot of very classy bars in York—this town has a booming night life for its size—looks like I found the perfect place!), and Sarah bought the first round of drinks. Purely by chance and not for reasons of nostalgia, I ordered a Beverly Hills Iced Tea…basically a Long Island but with champagne in it too. Sarah had a Los Angeles Iced Tea, which had Midori (ew). I thought those drink choices were rich. We moved on to Cosmopolitans after that. We didn’t have very much luck with the men…there were a lot around but none coming up and talking to us. I found that to be quite a travesty. But we had some great talks (much as we could over the DJ noise), and ogled the bartenders who were doing all sorts of acrobatic tricks with the drinks they were pouring. I wish I could post pictures.
After that we headed to another club, called Kennedy’s. Its top two floors are classy restaurant/bar, and the basement is another bar and a dance floor. So guess where we went. Basement + tequila slammers + Greatest Hits of 2006 (“hung up” being the highlight of the evening) = Happy Mateja. Until my stiletto boots started getting the better of me, and it got so crowded you couldn’t turn around without hitting someone. So we left and I opted to walk barefoot home. We stopped at a takeaway place for some chips (meaning fries, of course) and onion rings.
Today I did a little more walking around, this time to grocery shop. I got lunch for the same Pork Roast place again, which made me super happy. (I noticed a sign on the wall there today that says that they use “rape oil” in their stuffing. Rape oil?? That sounds so wrong…) What also made me happy was that I got all the food I needed for the week for under 10 pounds! I made an excellent stir-fry this evening, for example. Oh—and on the walk back, I discovered the York version of the Restoration Hardware shortcut from the 3rd Street parking lots to the actual Promenade. Same thing—parking lot through a posh furniture store to a no-cars shopping thoroughfare. What a small world, eh?
So I got back, sorted all my food, scribbled my name all over it and hit it waaaay in the back of the fridge. Then Sarah and I walked all the way to Holgate, past my work, to visit our friend Meimei who had just moved into her new apt. It is a cute little place, and she seems happy with it. We chatted for a while, then came home and made plans with Christine to try and watch the Superbowl tonight. I made my stir-fry and drank tea which miraculously cured the throbbing headache I’d had all day (hangover? Nope, serious caffeine withdrawal!). I opted out of a game of Monopoly. Bleargh.
Up in my room, I got into a discussion with this very friendly Chinese girl staying in here. She translated the LauZoo t-shirts and laughed. She’s a really sweet girl, and told me I was “very brave” to come over here all by myself and find a job and everything. She’s a sweetie.
So here I am sitting here, about to go downstairs and make sure what’s left of my Gloucester cheese is still there, and make sure my name is on it. Maybe I’ll make my lunch for tomorrow, too. Before this entry is over I’ll add on who won the Super Bowl. If the Colts win, Becca (works here, is from Indiana) will not let me forget it. Bear down, Chicago Bears!!!
….
Stupid Bears. But I did have a really good time watching the Game with Jaqui and Christine. We drank Buds, ate pizza and CHILI!! And we found hot wings in the fridge. Didn’t eat them, but liked that we had the option. We interspersed the game with singalongs to all the music from the South Park movie. It was great. Went to bed at 2:30am not knowing who won….and when I woke up I avoided everyone so that I could find out on my own at work.
…and I did. And I swore out loud.
Still—good weekend.
Once filming was halted, I stopped at the York Hog Roast and got the most amazing lunch—a roll with pork, applesauce and stuffing inside. It was heavenly—and I ate it outside in King’s Square while watching a really funny street performer escape from chains and a straightjacket. I tipped him a pound because I was in such a good mood.
I walked the city walls more after that, just looking at the rooftops of York in the sunshine while Los Angeles was blasting on my iPod. Yeah…I really should stop with that thing because most of the songs on the playlists I like acutely remind me of this time and that time…and for some reason at this time it was just one song after another that made me think of California, or LA. And the sunshine added to that. But it was so beautiful I couldn’t stay in a bad mood.
I laid low until later that evening, when I was forced to eat soup and broccoli for dinner because someone had stolen my spaghetti. They had also eaten HALF of my Gloucester cheese. Ugh. Anyway, then my roommate Sarah and I got ready for our planned “night on the town.” We behaved like girls, trying on outfits and putting makeup on. It was pretty darn amusing to everyone else in the room. We got to the Vudu Lounge early, before it got too crowded. It is a very classy bar (there are a lot of very classy bars in York—this town has a booming night life for its size—looks like I found the perfect place!), and Sarah bought the first round of drinks. Purely by chance and not for reasons of nostalgia, I ordered a Beverly Hills Iced Tea…basically a Long Island but with champagne in it too. Sarah had a Los Angeles Iced Tea, which had Midori (ew). I thought those drink choices were rich. We moved on to Cosmopolitans after that. We didn’t have very much luck with the men…there were a lot around but none coming up and talking to us. I found that to be quite a travesty. But we had some great talks (much as we could over the DJ noise), and ogled the bartenders who were doing all sorts of acrobatic tricks with the drinks they were pouring. I wish I could post pictures.
After that we headed to another club, called Kennedy’s. Its top two floors are classy restaurant/bar, and the basement is another bar and a dance floor. So guess where we went. Basement + tequila slammers + Greatest Hits of 2006 (“hung up” being the highlight of the evening) = Happy Mateja. Until my stiletto boots started getting the better of me, and it got so crowded you couldn’t turn around without hitting someone. So we left and I opted to walk barefoot home. We stopped at a takeaway place for some chips (meaning fries, of course) and onion rings.
Today I did a little more walking around, this time to grocery shop. I got lunch for the same Pork Roast place again, which made me super happy. (I noticed a sign on the wall there today that says that they use “rape oil” in their stuffing. Rape oil?? That sounds so wrong…) What also made me happy was that I got all the food I needed for the week for under 10 pounds! I made an excellent stir-fry this evening, for example. Oh—and on the walk back, I discovered the York version of the Restoration Hardware shortcut from the 3rd Street parking lots to the actual Promenade. Same thing—parking lot through a posh furniture store to a no-cars shopping thoroughfare. What a small world, eh?
So I got back, sorted all my food, scribbled my name all over it and hit it waaaay in the back of the fridge. Then Sarah and I walked all the way to Holgate, past my work, to visit our friend Meimei who had just moved into her new apt. It is a cute little place, and she seems happy with it. We chatted for a while, then came home and made plans with Christine to try and watch the Superbowl tonight. I made my stir-fry and drank tea which miraculously cured the throbbing headache I’d had all day (hangover? Nope, serious caffeine withdrawal!). I opted out of a game of Monopoly. Bleargh.
Up in my room, I got into a discussion with this very friendly Chinese girl staying in here. She translated the LauZoo t-shirts and laughed. She’s a really sweet girl, and told me I was “very brave” to come over here all by myself and find a job and everything. She’s a sweetie.
So here I am sitting here, about to go downstairs and make sure what’s left of my Gloucester cheese is still there, and make sure my name is on it. Maybe I’ll make my lunch for tomorrow, too. Before this entry is over I’ll add on who won the Super Bowl. If the Colts win, Becca (works here, is from Indiana) will not let me forget it. Bear down, Chicago Bears!!!
….
Stupid Bears. But I did have a really good time watching the Game with Jaqui and Christine. We drank Buds, ate pizza and CHILI!! And we found hot wings in the fridge. Didn’t eat them, but liked that we had the option. We interspersed the game with singalongs to all the music from the South Park movie. It was great. Went to bed at 2:30am not knowing who won….and when I woke up I avoided everyone so that I could find out on my own at work.
…and I did. And I swore out loud.
Still—good weekend.
Thursday, February 1, 2007
the North Yorkshire brogue...
...is, if you hear a real one, hard to understand. it's its own separate language nearly! it is my mission this weekend to find one.
i heard a couple smidgens yesterday and i have developed a taste. The lady who sits nest to me here asked if I needed "summat paper"..in Facilities some guy came in asking if something was supposed to be delivered "innut car park." The funniest was when I kept hearing a lady say in frustration, "where are my khakis? where the bloody hell could my khakis be?" I was thinking to myself, how can it be so hard to forget where you put a pair of pants? ...and then it dawned on me, she was saying her car keys.
i also heard a couple of fellas in Facilities trading stories about their childhood days in what sounded like the British equivalent of JROTC. One guy kept talking about two characters named Freak Michaels and Corporal Jim. Sounded like a comic strip!! They were trading stories about what pranks they sued to pull and such, it was so great i purposely sorted the mail verrry slowly, so i could listen and soak in the "local color".
I had my first overnight door shift last night. not too busy, but im sure when i do ti again on friday i wont be getting much sleep. ach, well, such is the price for free rent.
....i hope someone wants to go out for a drink with me tonight. to celebrate my new haircut i plan on getting.
i heard a couple smidgens yesterday and i have developed a taste. The lady who sits nest to me here asked if I needed "summat paper"..in Facilities some guy came in asking if something was supposed to be delivered "innut car park." The funniest was when I kept hearing a lady say in frustration, "where are my khakis? where the bloody hell could my khakis be?" I was thinking to myself, how can it be so hard to forget where you put a pair of pants? ...and then it dawned on me, she was saying her car keys.
i also heard a couple of fellas in Facilities trading stories about their childhood days in what sounded like the British equivalent of JROTC. One guy kept talking about two characters named Freak Michaels and Corporal Jim. Sounded like a comic strip!! They were trading stories about what pranks they sued to pull and such, it was so great i purposely sorted the mail verrry slowly, so i could listen and soak in the "local color".
I had my first overnight door shift last night. not too busy, but im sure when i do ti again on friday i wont be getting much sleep. ach, well, such is the price for free rent.
....i hope someone wants to go out for a drink with me tonight. to celebrate my new haircut i plan on getting.
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