Finally, I've Arrived

So I arrived in Bath yesterday and finally made it to my hostel. I had something of a train adventure—after I’d been on the train for about 10 minutes they announced that it was cancelled because the train manager had “fallen ill.” We had to all get off, with all my shit, and get on a train to Swindon where we picked up another train going to Bath. It was a serious pain in the ass. I discovered that my remembering Bath being really small and easy to walk around didn’t include me having a ton of shit to carry. Plus I couldn’t find this place cause its hidden down a little alley with no sign to let you know that. Anyway, I’m here now. It feels weird cause everything feels familiar and strange at once. I spent today wandering around and I would see lots of stuff that I remembered but then I’d get to a section of the city and be like where the hell… Later, when I was walking around aimlessly unsure of what to do with myself, these 3 middle aged guys asked me the time, and then were like just kidding we have watches wanna have a drink with us? And normally I would’ve been like hell no but I had literally nothing better to do. The one guy was exactly like David Brent from the Office, thinking he was really funny but suuucking and kept being like, you don’t have to marry me for at least the next half hour, but you should sit on my lap. The other guy looked like Philip Seymour Hoffman but then he left cause I think he was weirded out by his friends trying to pick up a 21 year old. The last guy was really nerdy looking too but seemed alright at first. He wanted to talk about my ipod a lot cause I guess he’s thinking about buying one. Later the Office guy had to leave so I just talked to ipod guy for a long time, and he started getting super weird. He wanted to take pictures of me but his cameras batteries were dead, so he tried to take batteries from all the electronic appliances he had on him, (he was definitely an electronics geek, his phone was a camera, a palm pilot, and had Bluetooth) but they didn’t work cause his camera was hardcore like telephoto lens sweet and I guess takes a lot of power. So he had to settle for the like 12 pictures of me he took with his camera phone. And he kept being like, you should be a model, like for fashion magazines. And while that sounds better in a british accent, it is still just as creepy. Then he asked for my address to put in his palm pilot phone camera so he can be my “penmate” when I get back to the states. He wants to see me again while I’m in Bath but I’m going to try to avoid it. I told him he can text me though, he just seems like a lonely dude so I figured I can give him that much.

When I finally managed to get away I went out with Jeff from Skidmore—also known as someone who’s not old enough to be my father. We went to this place called O’Neil’s, supposedly an irish place but a whole lot more like a lame American bar/nightclub. Only slightly lamer cause as far as I know American places have given up Britney Spears by now. And mullets are not cool anymore….or should I say, yet? They love the mullet here. There’s a fuckin “mulletathon” at this place the Pig and Fiddle on June 16^th. I am so there that I might as well be already. I’ll take loads of pictures so you all can bask in the glory that is the return of the mullet in Britain.