I’m still sick, though way less than I was. I can sleep through the night without having to cough or get water or blow my nose, and during the day I just have to cough and blow my nose every so often. I’m still trying to just hang out and get rest and get over it though, so I haven’t been doing too much.
But, on Wednesday night, it was the last turn of the semester, and the last black tie formal dinner. Kind of a sad event, it was sort of in honor of the third years, since most people graduate in three years and leave on campus housing. Lots of the Third North-ers are third years, and it was really sad for them. One tradition they have is singing a song after the dinner that’s like a goodbye song, so they chose “Piano Man”, and everyone ended up crying. Even the guys! It was really bittersweet, because I could tell how much everyone loved each other, but now they felt it was the end of their time together. Olivia and I got up and sang “Piano Man” with them since we are technically leaving Queens too after this semester.
I didn’t cry or anything, because I really felt like it wasn’t over yet, I’m not going to let myself get sad yet. I still have a little over a month left! Sheesh.
So after the goodbye song, there was a turn, and I ended up staying for the entirety of it. It was the last turn I will probably ever go to, so I just went to that and stayed till the end, and ended up skipping my tutorial in the morning, because I was still sick and now very tired from dancing until one in the morning. It was a great turn, the best I have been to. Probably because everyone was there. At most turns, lots of people leave early or just don’t go because of work or class, but since this was the last one everyone was there.
So that set me back a bit on my cold, I think, but I have been recuperating.
Last night, however, Olivia and I had to fulfill our plan of getting tacos at this one taco place that was the only one we have found in the whole city called Taco Bill’s. and we figured we should go all out with the Mexican experience and get margaritas, because I won’t have a chance to legally order a margarita again when we go back to the States until June, and Olivia won’t have a chance until the end of December (not that long of a time, but still, gotta get our margaritas!). And boy, did we order margaritas. We actually got the “share” margarita, which is really just a giant bowl filled with margarita with two straws in it. It was AMAZING. Though very daunting, and I didn’t want to be stumbling home, but luckily Olivia drank more than me and I wasn’t left too inebriated.
One of the reasons we actually finished, however, was that the table next to us challenged us to a race, and said that they could order a two-person margarita and finish it before us even though Olivia and I had been working on it for an hour. Of course, we couldn’t let them win a race like that, when we only had about a quarter of the bowl left, so we accepted their race.
Which led to us chugging the rest of it, because one of them could seriously drink it down, I’m talking championship drinking contest style, but the other one drank it about as fast as I did, a.k.a. slowly. So we won! We didn’t actually bet anything since we didn’t really have anything to bet, but it was funny.
They were just two guys who, we found out, worked on computer software, designing things like iPhone apps and stuff like that. They were really fun and nice. Only one of them was at all attractive, though, so it wasn’t like Olivia and I could pair off with them or anything.
Then, as we were all leaving, we ended up leaving at the same time, and a girl came up to my table and offered an extra cake that she had for her friend’s birthday that they didn’t need, so of course I took that cake off her hands!!! Hahaha. Who am I to refuse a free, perfectly delicious looking cake? Not exactly my kind of cake, which would have been smothered in chocolate and served with ice cream. It was a layer of whipped cream and raspberry jelly between two cakes. With powdered sugar on top. Not so interesting. If I was was the girl having the birthday, I would have been very offended if my friends bought me a cake like that, but you know, that’s just me.
So we headed out the restaurant with a free cake AND a free sombrero that you get when you order a super giant big gulp bowl of margarita! Yes! It was great. :)
And then the guys (Neil and Jared) told us they lived like a block away, and Olivia just kept walking with them as they walked to their apartment. I was kind of like, … Olivia, we are not going home with these guys, not sure why you would want to go to their apartment… but then it ended up being kind of normal, they just showed us their apartment and their really great view from their balcony and then we left again. They decided to go to the bar downstairs of their apartment building, and they invited us along.
I guess Olivia and I just didn’t really want to go home, we wanted something to do, which is what led us to go to their apartment and the bar with them, but it was just such a surreal night.
The bar we went to was strange. Not happenin’ at all, kind of older crowds, like 30-year-olds, and very few people. And we got there at like ten, so maybe it gets more exciting later, but still. The guys bought Olivia and I a beers. There was also this room in the back that was like a restaurant, though it think it’s for catered events, because all the tables were round with like eight chairs. But it was very strange, it had fake grass on the floor and a fountain and fold out white fences with fake flowers. It looked like there was going to be a wedding reception there. Why you would want Astroturf there, I have no idea.
But Olivia and I finished our beers and decided to head out. The guys left the bar when we did and we just parted ways. I’m not sure the guys expected anything else, they didn’t seem the type to expect anything, being nerdy software designers, but it seemed like they were just simply enjoying our company like we were enjoying theirs.
And Olivia and I headed back to Queens on a tram, and I brought my cake up to Third North so it would be eaten, and then I stayed up late with a couple people watching funny youtube clips.
It was a great night. In a really strange way.
I think it will make me miss Queens and Australia more, though. I keep getting reminded when I go up to Third North that I will be leaving, and that makes me pretty sad. Everyone’s always asking me when I’m leaving and stuff, so I end up think about it a lot.
But I am also weirdly excited to go home. I just miss the familiarity and comfort I have back home. And I miss my family and friends and dog and fish.
OH! And, I can’t remember if I blogged this or not yet, but I am going salsa dancing tomorrow night! I’m going with Lucy, my friend from Queens, and hopefully Hannah from Third North and maybe Matt… heh heh heh. I hope he comes. I think I’ll go up there today and see if he or anyone else is around. See if they want to come salsa dancing. I’m SO EXCITED!!!! I have been preparing myself by listening to Spanish or Mexican- inspired music today, like Yerba Buena and Gotan Project. Geeeeheeheehee.
I may even go buy a cute dress to wear tomorrow night. Though I am extremely content to continue to sit in bed and watch tv and kind of work on papers-ish, I would like something really pretty to wear tomorrow night.
Alright! Time to get my butt moving. I hope you enjoyed this post! Hit me up in the comments section and I may get you a souvenir!! Heehee. Lots and lots of love!!! Xoxoxo
(p.s. okay, so now the picture thing is working. I will see about putting up Bentley Day pictures!)