For the second day in a row, Dan, Julian, Matt and I have finished class by hitting up the grocery store and buying several whole-rotisserie chickens and sides of rice to eat for lunch. Also being the second day getting back to the j-ihm?, I was very hungry when I got back around dinner time. Luckily the girls on our floor decided to make dinner for us (what the hell were they thinking, I know).
Along with the pregame, we had the most excellent Chalupas I've had probably ever (chalupas are a mexican dish, similar to the enchilada). Then we headed out to Bunker Bier Hall, near Leicester Square. The cause for celebration was the arrival of.. well, us. BU StudentLife organized the welcoming event - and kindly made us pay 6 quid and fiddy pence to get in. With my ticket I was awarded a pint and a shot of sambuca... no, really, thank you.
At one point (there was a lot of dancing goin on) an English woman fell over. So, being the chivalrous American that I am, I picked her up. She then properly thanked me by saying, "Fuck off!" I thought, perhaps, I missed something in the translation - my English is a little rusty: "Excuse me? Dude.. I just picked you up." - me / "Fuck off!" - woman, again. I took her advice.
Upon arriving back at The Crofton, with a bit of encouragement from Matt and Dan, I regretably unleashed the eating fury. Matt, Dan, our friend Mike and I fumbled our way through the girls' kitchen until we recovered the Chalupas, rice and other eating essentials. The operation was carried out flawlessly. Despite our stealth and cunning, the girls stormed in and accused us of eating their food. The fact that I had just finished washing all the dishes we stole from the girls' kitchen and had not yet put them back may have been viewed by many as somewhat incriminating evidence... luckily we are all very charming.
In the wise words of Dan Agar: "Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke."
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