Day 8

Lesson 28: They DO have good food here, part II
One of my roommates' dad was on business in London and took us out to this restaurant called Wild Honey. After hours of deliberation (okay 5 minutes) I decided to go for the baby cow. Despite the vast effort of my roommates to spare the life of the delicious, juicy baby cow, I simply reasoned that it was already dead, and I shouldn't let it go bad, lest it have been butchered in vain. After this strong argument, I actually managed to convince two other roommates to order the veal as well. So what if we killed an entire litter of baby cows? It was worth it. For dessert we had something that I had figured I would have had to wait until I went to France to get...a cheese platter. I. Love. Cheese.

Lesson 29: The time difference makes acceptances that much better

During this dinner, around 10pm at night, I received an email on my phone saying that I had been selected for a really competitive summer internship. Seeing as our table was 4 bottles of wine deep, I was that much more excited about it. If it had come any earlier I would have been happy, but not remotely as ecstatic as I was. I guess it could have been the mixture of baby cow, cheese, and the exorbitant amount of wine making its way through my small intestine, but after 10 minutes of beaming, it started to hit me that this summer I would be venturing into the ghettos of DC, and I started to get a bit nauseous.