Last Thursday night I decided to head on over to an English night club to hang out with the brits, have fun, and just dance. But of course, a fun night had to end with a stab...literally. I was stabbed on the foot by another girl's high heel. Now, some people's innate reaction is to grab their foot and tend to their wound, but I am not like most people. Even though my foot was throbbing, the pain was nothing compared to wounds from my past, so rather than rub the pain out of my foot, I cocked my shoulder and thrusted my elbow into the flesh and bones of the girl who had stepped on my foot. Did I feel bad? No. I mean, it's not like I sent the chick toppling onto the floor, I just gave her a little elbow shove to let her know "DO NOT DIG YOUR HEEL INTO MY FOOT AGAIN. please." It was nothing more than a simple and friendly reminder that she wasn't the only one on the dance floor. And I taught this girl a very important life lesson: DO NOT mess with an American. They will push back.
The next morning, my friends and I woke up early to ensure ourselves tickets to the Powderham Ball that the University throws in late March. Because this Ball is apparently the Ball of the year, we woke up by 8:45 am to be awake and purchase our ball tickets via internet by 9 am. I know, 9 am doesn't sound early to most, but I am a college student hitting the town in Europe, so to me, 9 am is when I think the sun rises. But so worth it waking up that early because take a look at this ball:
http://www.powderhamball.co.uk/
I spent the rest of my day in town shopping for a dress. Not only had I just purchased tickets to this Ball in March, but that evening I was attending another Ball, A Murder Mystery Ball at Reed Hall. Very excited to attend but with nothing to wear, my friend and I hit the town and easily found the perfect dress that went along with the 1920's theme. This dress was amazing and it made me feel quite powerful...literally. Not only was the dress slimming, but it had a cape! I actually felt like wonder-woman, ready to fly away with my cape and all! So after buying the perfect dress with matching jewelry, I got ready with a bunch of my friends, threw on some makeup, and made my entrance into the Ball. And it was fun! Not only was it the classiest college party I had ever been to, but to my surprise, there were actors there acting out scenes of the 'murder'. Pretending as if we were the dinner guests at [the actors] party, they would come around, talk to us, and try to defend their innocence. All throughout the night I felt as though I were playing a giant, life-sized version of Clue. After everyone at the Ball cast their vote on who they thought the murderer was, it was revealed.
The Murderer: It wasn't the daughter, the wife, the cross-dressed cousin, or the daughter's fiance...it was the minister. But in all fairness, the minister did have reason to kill such a man: he killed his own father because his father left him when he was a baby and never told anyone that he had a son, and as it turned out, the minister wasn't even a real minister...he was a jew!
To be fair, I personally didn't see it coming. I thought it was the daughter because after speaking with her, her story didn't line up with the story of her fiance, but maybe it's because they didn't have enough time to rehearse beforehand. Besides the point, it was all in good fun. Here are some pictures from the night:
I felt like a princess going to the Ball and walking on a marble staircase so I decided to drop one of my shoes to make it look like I was Cinderella...except my shoe is a little less exciting than a glass slipper...
Again, I had to wake up early the next morning to head to a trip to Dartmouth, England. After joining the International Society and buying a bus ticket to tag along on the trip, we made it there in no time, but to my surprise, Dartmouth had much nippier weather than Exeter. On the water overlooking the Dart river, I guess it did make sense why there was windchill and moist air, but still, my Northface jacket was hung up in my closet because I wasn't expecting the cold; the winter weather in Exeter has been gone since I made it out of Heathrow. But anyway, Dartmouth was beautiful! The first thing we did was hike over to the Dartmouth Castle, which after a twenty minute walk in freezing windchill, was a little disappointing. I mean, this is the smallest castle I have ever seen. When I imagine a castle I think of dungeons, and big canopy beds with rooms upon rooms. But this castle, not so much. If I were the princess of that castle, I would be rather embarrassed. I mean, a canopy bed wouldn't even fit in the biggest room there, and every princess needs such a bed. So after a ten minute tour of what could have been a five minute tour of the castle, my friend and I went back into the town of Dartmouth, sat down for some cream tea and scones, and then kept exploring.
A cannon at the Castle. (Even their cannons were small...other, better castle's have real, deal cannons.)
I found a cemetery outside of the Castle. If you don't know me too well, then you need to know that I love creepy/spooky stuff, especially after my room was haunted last year at Kenyon. My roommate and I had a ghost come in our room a few times, but at Kenyon, that's a pretty regular thing...nothing too out of the ordinary. There is a whole story about that, but I'll save that for another blog post.
But my favorite part about Dartmouth, was the fish 'n chips!
I have been living in England since September, and still, I had never let my taste buds savor the deliciousness of this fried fish. But walking along the Dart, I decided it was as good a time as even to tempt my fate and take a bite of the what turned out to be one of my new fattiest, favorite foods. With lots of vinegar and that yummy sauce, I could eat some fish 'n chips everyday. So after just one bite, I was sold. So long my health, hello fried up yumminess!
After lunch, we walked around some more and finally called it a day.
As much fun as I have been having in Exeter my first two weeks back, I am sad to say that I will not be in Exeter for another full weekend starting now. Although this is sad, I also couldn't be any happier to travel, Travel, TRAVEL! I am so excited and plan on doing a lot of jet-setting within the next few months. This weekend = Amsterdam. Hello Netherlands, goodbye law. I am so excited to witness the red light district and see all that there is to see in Amsterdam!
I cut my thumb pretty deep yesterday and was kind of upset because it hurt a lot, but now I am realizing that with no laws and no accurate finger print to my thumb, I can do some real damage once I hit this city, and the good thing is, no one will ever be able to catch me.
With no work, hardly any class, and Amsterdam this weekend, I am sure that I will have a lot to share on my blog for next week...
ALSO, Friday night there is a Barbara Walters special on ABC. She is interviewing different celebrities who had open-heart surgery and she is going to be talking about her own surgery as well. This hits pretty close to my heart (no pun intended), so make sure to tune in on Friday. And if you are wondering how you can save a life and touch a heart, please donate to the AMERICAN HEART ASSOCIATION. You can save lives with just one donation, as heart disease is the second cause of death in all of America. We can all make a difference with even the smallest donation!
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