On Thursday we got to take a tour of the Guildhall, which is like the Mayor's gigantic office building. Everything was old and beautiful and the Mayor was like the funniest politician I have ever met. He brought us into the cells (dungeons) that were underneath the building where there were some highly disturbing mannequins locked up for our viewing pleasure. After all of the touring we came back into the main entrance hall where we were served tea (which honestly smelled like horse crap, but it's the thought that counts) and got to take pictures with the Mayor's swords. Just saying, but I look really good with a sword. I should probably have been a knight. Just ignore the fact that it is as tall as I am.
The next day we did some more touring of the city and decided to go out to a club called "Tramps" (real promising name, I know). It was actually a pretty good time for most of the night, but somewhere in the hour and a half that we were all dancing my phone either flew out of my pocket or was stolen. Honestly I am guessing it just fell out because I also had some change and my inhaler in my pocket, and if they had been a thief I doubt they would have been so considerate of my asthma. But you never know, because when I went to the O2 store to get it replaced they said that whoever "found" my phone used up the 15 pounds that I had put on it, which is really just a jerk move.
Then last night we were given wrist bands to get into a place called "Bushwackers" for free. We walked all the way there, got in line, and were told that it was a 21 plus night. 21 PLUS? What is this the United States? And it was like that at most of the places we walked by! Apparently on Saturdays British clubs shun those of us who are a few birthdays short of a night out in the states. So we all got amazing pizza instead and it was still a pretty darn good night.
The Guildhall
Mr. Mayor...
Me drinking horse tea
Can't you picture me as a knight?
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