This is at the top of my list of experiences. I’ve done some pretty exciting things in my life and realize that others have done way more exciting things; HOW-ever, Oxford University is not something that many folks have under their belt. Grant it, I just arrived after a wonderful time in Manchester, but still.
Back to Manchester- it is a nice little town of about 50-60 thousand people with great character. Upon my arrival I was greeted by one of my old mates-yup, I’m going to be that obnoxious and incorporate British slang into my posts- after waiting a couple of hours. From there we went to his spot. Once I dropped my sorry ass on the couch, I rested for a collective 14 hours and it just may have been some of the best sleep I’ve ever had. After collecting bed sores and other aches that my body should not know, I went to culture myself. The Manchester museum is absolutely fabulous. It is large, thorough, detailed and very inviting. The staff is pleasant and so are the other visitors, it is a Harold recommended visit.
Whilst on my way back to my mates flat (there it is again, not slang but terminology) I stopped at the nicest little shop. The name of it is Oxfam and at first after making a £20 purchase, I felt guilty because I spent money that I should have waited to spend, HOWEVER, I found out that it is a charity shop that has been instrumental in Haiti and other relief funds sooooo, I decided to go back and purchase more threads. It is the equivilant of a salvation army in the states, but has so much more character and choices.
It wasn’t enough that I shopped there, but I was dropped off in the middle of a HUGE sale and had to do some exercising, by exercising I mean carrying bags and bags of items in and out of stores. The shops were very new to me because of the fashion involved. Whenever someone steps outside of their home, they look as if they’ve just stepped out of GQ, Esquire, ELLE, Vanity Fair and any other fashion magazine. Not only is fashion something that most of these folks sleep, breathe and eat; but they are daring and push the envelope juuuust enough for you to take a second look. My thing is, when in Rome, so I had to purchase (quite) a few items and had aboslutely no problem doing so.
Post-shopping til I dropped, Indian cuisine was my next venture. Oh, the most exciting part of that was that I made my FIRST purchase of alcohol IN a grocery store, I’m not talking beers, I’m talking straight up liquor, SMIRNOFF triple distilled. My only response to that is: WHERE U AT USA?!
Oh Manchester, you’ve treated me well. Now that I’ve departed, you will be missed greatly. BUT I have now reached Oxford; absolute breath-taking landscaping, architecture and people. I must say that this area is not as posh as I had expected or maybe I’ve grown a wee-bit bougier; either way, I will be talking to you shortly to reminisce about my waiting experiences.
Peaces out and uh, I’m buying a lot of great things.