Woke up extraordinarily late, and wasn’t able to be productive unfortunately (I only really wasted 3 hours though). Until @mulan showed up, and I realized I had to get my shit in place. I decided to call my mom and try to tell her that I wanted to stay another week, but instead she ended up convincing both me and Mulan to come back home earlier (and funnily enough, Mulan eventually would take the same flight as me LMAO). Mulan called my mom while I was showering, and apparently she was really nice with Mulan like she always is. Mulan really appreciated it.
Went with Mulan to Beaverbank, where we met Quetza and Harini who had got their birthday gift for Mulan in this cute crate-like thing. I saw/hung out with Quetza and Harini a lot over the last couple days, more than I did in probably the rest of the days combined. It still kind of annoys me how they have their own private group that they still insist on using, although they’re hanging out with me a lot over the last couple days, but apparently it’s because Quetza doesn’t like Messenger? And Mulan and Harini haven’t said anything and I’m not really interested in saying much about it at this point.
Quetza was really sad about the whole situation, so we hung out at Beaverbank for a while and tried to not talk about it but we still talked about it. So hard not to, I guess you have to try to find the best way to approach it. Afterwards, we walked with Jennifer and Elaine to the restaurant, where we planned (after much provoking from Quetza because at first I didn’t know what she was talking about) surprise small birthday candles/celebrations for Mulan and Elaine, so that was nice. I also really really liked my food (this spinach risotto ravioli thing I’m not even sure). Harini got kind of fucked over though, she only got 6 pieces of ravioli although I think her dish might have been more expensive than mine.
Afterwards, we walked 20 minutes in the rain to this bar place, Boteco something, right opposite McEwan Hall. It was pretty interesting, I got this drink that’s p much the national drink of Brazil, Caipirinha, and I’m not sure if it wasn’t shaken properly or something else about the way it was prepared or what, but I really didn’t like the drink. To each his own though, and I was able to finish most of it. People (mostly Quetza and Mulan) wanted to stay for the clubbing part of it, and the rest of us didn’t really say anything (or maybe other people were interested as well).
Afterwards, we went to this Irish Pub place, and it was interesting to see this is how the heart of Britain is like, and what people were actually behaving like and getting wild too. It was a little wild but also a little wholesome, and I think I liked the experience overall.
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