And how will you be when rain clouds come?

May 4, 2006

Last night was......fun! Pappel and I went for dinner at Petit Paris and the food was wonderful. We had the goat cheese tapanade with spinach to start, and oven-roasted salmon and mussels in cream sauce. It was quite hoity toity, and we barely understood our waiter because his French accent was so bloody strong. I think he was a bit suspicious of us at first because we sat ouside, furthest from the door, and we definitely weren't dressed as if we belonged there. Oh, and we ordered RED wine with the fish, fucking uncultured sods. After dinner we did a pub crawl around town and had a really good convo about all you feckers back home. We went to City Cafe, said hi to Chris and played a game of pool with some chick who I'm pretty sure was a dyke. We lost. Then we went to another couple bars and I fell down in the street at one point, after which Pappel walked me home. I drank some cheap cider and went back out, popping into the first club I found. I was quite wasted, I didn't even look to see what the place was called. They played really good music and I wandered up and danced with these two guys, one of which I later found out was engaged....DID NOT act like it. The other guy was nice and we all hung out until like 4 in the morning. Eventually I found my way back to the hostel and collapsed into bed. Woke up to the sound of a vaccum cleaner and realized I'd slept through check-out. I don't think anyone really cared. Walked to the bus stop with all of my shit and rode to Dundee through some quaint scenery. I saw tons of baby lambs! (Everyone say AWWWWWWW.) I dozed a few times too, so I wasn't too hung over when I got in. Called Aunty Jean from the station and walked to her office. She looks a lot like Nana, fucking dressed to the nines, and funny as hell. When she was finished work, she drove me through downtown, then through HIll Street where the Hill St. Clock sits. It hasn't worked in years. She then took me to Unlce Douglas and Aunty Dorothy's house which is where I'll be staying. They have a Cairne Terrier named Fergus who is spoiled bloody rotten. He gets biscuits on the hour, milk on Sundays with his black pudding, countless walks throughout the day, and his own chaise lounge in the sitting room under the front window where he barks at the street cleaners. He's got a sore paw right now and if you try to touch it, he growls at you. Aunty and Uncle are really really nice and they have a pimped out house. Anyways, we all had dinner and dessert and then Aunty Jean went bowling or something and the three of us had tea in the sitting room. Tomorrow we're going site-seeing.