Blimey

This is about to be one of the longest posts in the history of blogging.  Neglect is no fun, I know; I owe you one helluva update from Oxford.  If you follow my instructions, you may be able to relive a few of my experiences so far in your

very own home!  Well...almost...

1) Play this.  And dance like nobody's business.  This is one of my favorite new jams frequently played at Oxford's most popular night club called The Bridge.  The group hails from England in fact, and are considered the European Backstreet Boys/N*Sync equivalent of our time.  So that makes them a guilty pleasure?  I'm alright with that.

2) Read this.  Although my class load is demanding and my history professor thinks that 7 books is a reasonable amount of material per week, it has given me many opportunities to peruse Oxford's most famous bookstore, Blackwell's.  I walked around in complete awe of my surroundings; I honestly don't think there is a book they don't have.  My favorite section was their secondhand area; my eyes lit up like a Christmas tree as I smelled the pages of time and felt the raised print on books dating back to the 1700s!  I couldn't resist picking up an old copy of Laclos's Dangerous Liasons, but also found Kerouac's lesser known gem Dharma Bums.  Classically rebellious, Kerouac tells the story of a California Buddhist's quest to find his Enlightenment.  Check it.

3) Drink this.  While I've enjoyed sampling many of the beers and lagers my first week and a half in Oxford, sometimes a girls just gotta return to femininity and have a frilly cocktail.  My lovely friend Heather and I simply couldn't resist ordering a "glitter bomb" when we saw it on the menu at a pub called The Grapes.  It's contents?  Red Bull and Goldschlager; pucker up, it's strong and sweet.  Hey Ke$ha, this one was clearly made for you... 

4) Wear this.  Obviously, I couldn't have survived England without a raincoat.  I searched high and low for a fun little number, and not something totally drab and frumpy; basically, I wanted a raincoat that didn't look like a raincoat.  The gods of fashion answered my prayers and introduced me to the most perfect raincoat I've ever seen.  Not only does the red make me smile on a rainy morning, but it's lined with a patterned flannel with butterflies on it for warmth.  Best part?  I've earned the nickname of "Little Red" :)

Peace. Love. Rock n roll y'all.