Lazy Saturday

Friday was uneventful. We had our first class. Talked about Shakespeare. Got tricked into drinking sparkling water. You know, the works. Well,  I say it was uneventful, but that night, Drs. Snyder and Anderson invited us over to their flat to treat us to some fine cheeses and sodas. After that they treated us to a dinner at the Folly restaurant, where I had some excellent duck. Interesting thing over here is the meat availability. Duck and lamb are much more widespread over here than in th States, and I am very much OK with that. They brought the check to the table in a book. A William Faulkner book no less. Did they know we were from Mississippi? Who knows.

After that, we went to the Turf Tavern where we were turned away (they closed at 10! On a Friday!). That's where Bill Clinton allegedly smoked pot, but didn't inhale. Right. So we went to the King's Arms instead and had a pint.

Today was a great lazy Saturday. Started off by waking up at 10:20, followed by lazing around the flat until I decided I should actually be productive. So I acquainted myself with the New College and Bodleian libraries. I found my books (yay library skills!), read some of each of them, and left. Dinner consisted of a burger at The Head of the River pub. Afterwards, the Drs. treated us to a play at the local theatre. We saw Tis Pity She's a Whore, a lovely little play ending in a gruesome and gory scene. Game of Thrones still made it look like child's play, though. Once the play was over, we stopped in a nice cream place, grabbed some post-play sugar, and then roamed around the streets of Oxford until we came across a church that had been converted into a bar, the Freud.

I made, of course, an excellent Freudian slip pun, to which everybody groaned.

Philistines.