Day 5

Lesson 21: Haagen Dazs has food

Some of my roommates and I went to....wait for it..........The. Haagen. Dazs. Restaurant. Who the fuck knew they served food??? (evidently lots of people because they are supposedly all over the world, including one in New York...it's cooler for me to think it's only in London though). Despite the fact that that night it was roughly -87 degrees outside, the ice cream-based food was phenomenal. The only thing better than my syrup-drenched belgian waffles with pralines & cream AND dulce de leche ice cream was my Baileys double espresso with that extra shot of whiskey. It tasted like an alcoholic chocolate creamy dream.

Lesson 22: Celsius is colder than fahrenheit

Our freezer froze our alcohol. How does that happen? It wasn't even the gross cheap vodka that I usually am forced to deal with back at school (okay, so maybe I secretly enjoy being able to buy a handle for $13.99, but that's besides the point). The freezer froze Smirnoff, Bacardi, and even a bottle of gin. All I know is that has never happened in the states where they use fahrenheit to measure the temperature, so this was the only explanation we could come up with.

Lesson 23: Pulp Fiction lied

This one really, REALLY upset me. Being the connoisseur of Tarantino movies that I am, I was at the brink of tears when I walked into a McDonalds, only to see that a "Quarter-Pounder with Cheese" was still a "Quarter-Pounder with Cheese." Despite the Brits usage of the metric system, there was no "Royale with Cheese." The next time I run into Tarantino on the streets you can bet your ass I'm going to have a few words with him about that. It's like finding out there's no Santa Claus, and everyone has just been lying to you for years, and you feel betrayed and that you can no longer trust anyone. ANYONE.