The Brits suck at city planning

I know Cambridge has a deep history, rich with tradition, yadda yadda yadda, but their technological skills suck. And it's not only the internet thing. That I can deal with... to some extent. It's these streets. They have zero city planning skills. The sidewalk is literally the width of two people, except half of the time there's a line of bikes against the wall, leaving space for only one person. This doesn't work on two way streets. Not to mention the fact that it's normal for double decker buses to drive down these streets (which barely fit the width of the bus) shoulder to shoulder with students and cyclists. And there's fucking cobblestone everywhere. And zero drainage. Every morning when you wake up, you can expect to see huge puddles of water on the pavement.

But that aside, Cambridge is still pretty fun. They have funny jargon like knackered which means tired. Apparently, the word was commonly used to mean "exhausted after lots of sex" but now it just means tired. Go figure.

Halloween was a lot of fun. We went as the Village People, although almost no one knew who they were. I was the construction worker, and there was also a biker chick, police woman, indian (CPG), cowboy, cowgirl, and gay naval/boat captain. We ended up going to McDonalds to get some "American" food because apparently, no one really dresses up for Halloween in the UK. Instead, people's ideas of Halloween consist of werewolves, zombies and vampires. It makes sense, I guess, but no one really slutted up for Halloween. The Brits were pretty traditional about it.

Back to McDonalds, random guys came up to CPG and told him that they liked his legs. Because all he was wearing were his speedo and loincloth. And some other random dudes wanted the policewoman to "handcuff his friend because he was being a bad boy." Ooooh boy. Afterwards, we went to a friend's room, started drinking and listened to random village people songs. CPG got really into it.... REALLY into it... just recall back to Halloween two years ago. And then he went a little overboard and had to go home. Though, we blame it on this other kid who was sipping shots of Baileys (which Cai had bought him) instead of taking them like a real man.

Anyway, after that we hit up Vodka Revs which is one of the lounge/clubs in the area. And I think we met up with some Americans in the Air Force, who then proceeded to buy us drinks. It's been a while, so I don't really remember all of the details. But I do remember my wife beater getting ripped in two... and then the bouncer yelled at me for showing too much skin. Which was basically my arms and chest (I was wearing a vest). But it was to commemorate my passage into non-teenage years. So all in all, good time.