Wednesday evening saw a great
many European Studies students talking a little bit too loudly for the comfort
of the regulars at the Fox & Roman. This was followed by a “downtown
disaster.” Let me tell you, trying to walking forty-five minutes with a large
group of study abroad girls who don’t exactly know their way downtown and who
had a fine time trying the local cider beforehand is rather infuriating. Brenna
and I seemed to be the only two who paid attention on our many trips down to
the city square and had to lead the way, as we clueless girls from Tennessee
tried to seek out a cool, downtown pub. We never really did. We did spend a hot
minute in a very colorful and loud pub - no, that’s not the right word. Club?
Lounge? British hippie hotspot? Our one good decision of the night, we opted
out of the walk back and splurged for a cab home. A cute Betsey
dress wasted on a downtown disaster…
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