Oh, how I love the fashionista/random-events-finder in me: Last Thursday (yes, it's been awhile), Bob, Jer and I went to a GQ fashion show at Selfridge's in Birmingham, complete with the most gorgeous male models I've ever seen in my life, free drinks and an Armani watch won by Bob and stolen by Jer ("Bob, you're the last one. And you need to win...because I want that brown one." Oh, I don't think Joe would be too happy about that one!!)
The fashion show and events before and after were absolutely amazing--I'm so happy I randomly looked on the Selfridge's website to see what the hell it actually is and found out about the show. And Thursday night reminded me that I am still wandering and exploring, even though I don't always feel like I am and even though most of my attempts at doing so have been thwarted. Royally, royally thwarted. But traveling to Birmingham for the evening, getting drunk and eating yummy French pasta, sobering up before the train ride and heading home were all highly entertaining and very original. I mean, honestly, how many people can say they went to a fashion show while studying in England? Not too many.
And so I guess I'm not as worried about the next 5 weeks as I have been--they will be full of new adventures, sitting in cafes working on the essays I should've written 2 weeks ago, tooling around and taking artsy photos of Grecian villas, of course being out of control (in a very controlled manner, of course) with Bob, roaming in and out of countless museums, pondering the Sistine Chapel, testing out my Spanish, playing slots on a ferry from Greece to Italy, pretending I'm Gene Kelly and ending up in Montmartre again, and finally reuniting with my parents, but not before experiencing the magic that will be Disneyland Paris.
So I have clothes piled up on my bed, trying to discern what the weather will be like in Prague and Berlin, Greece and Italy, Spain, Amsterdam, Paris and then back (home) in England. I'm jealous that Stuart and his friends are planting themselves outside of Barcelona for 2 weeks, just soaking up the sun, and in many ways, I feel that the next 5 weeks are going to be the most exhausting of my life. But I am ready. I've got the plan right here next to me, and tonight, after International Girls Night, we are all going to sit down to figure out who will be where when and how we can possibly meet up. Because I think 5 weeks without a lot of these people is going to kill me.
So, to be productive today is the plan (and I'm quite proud of everything I've accomplished thus far). And to exercise my mind, and keep exploring. Thank you, GQ, complimentary vodka-orange juices, men with beautiful calves, and a beautiful dress from Zara that I will probably wear once but could never live without. Oh, the wonders of Birmingham, and it's only a convenient 45 minute train ride away.
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