Chilled with some girls who like to go to Friar’s, delt with it, drank Capts. One of her friends was staying in a B n B. Got down there. Met people, drank things. Picked up on slang like, keen, supper, is it?, my word, predrinks, let me fetch that. There was an open mic night in this hostel/bar called the Old Geol, its all cement with an open ceiling and a whack job bartender who hooked me up with some shwag. UGH. Some jam bands played, it was awesome, place was packed. It’s an alternative crowd, they git down with the root down, no Poker Face playing. THANK GOD. Classes are seemingly easy, I have only like one a day, then I go lay out in the gardens and read or write, go get food, sip wine. Very lax.
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