Starbucks is kinda like men
Wednesday
Rock n roll roomies + guests + king’s cup = Legen-fucking-DAIRY.
We have realised that it doesn’t matter how long you practice your English, starbucks personnel will still ask you the question (or assume) "Where are you from?”
Since we are such rich students we took a cab from downtown to home and got ready for some basketball!
Linnea did a great job, but the other team’s cheerleaders were real cheerlosers, with too short tops and mediocre kicks.
After the game we got ready to PART-A!
A whole lot of drinks later, we went to Sharkeez to shake, and we shook.
Erica resolved a fight on the street. Linnea fell on the street... and Maria fooled some guys she was French (on the street).
There was a big Swedish reunion on the dance floor, and feeding of shots in the bathroom.
After a short but fun visit to sharkeez, some of us were still up for more partying, so we went to La Breeza to after party at Empa’s. Drama, drama, drama. Home.
The night’s insight; say the right name during”the act”.
Night snack: noodles in taco bread with chilli beans. Delish.
Thursday
Hangover. House woke up at 12.
We (Erica and Maria) finally decided to do something, so went to east campus and tried to refund books, get a job and grow up. We failed miserably. Books are now recycled, job applications need to be handed in and we still giggle like little girls when we fall on our ass.
We then decided to go downtown and enjoy a Starbuck. But we got distracted by a Norwegian guy in a leather jacket at the bus stop, and accidentally got on the bus to IV, where we did a lot of shopping, and came to realise that Starbucks is like men. Sometimes you get your choice of coffee, perfectly made and exactly like you want it (hot). But other times you get some lop warm fucked up green gue that tastes like shit and the staff forget your name. Starbucks is like men. Period.
Some 15 year olds hit on us in McDonalds, just after finishing their happy meal. At least the men (boys) in this country have a lot of self-confidence. Although their faces are asymmetrical.
We changed clothes in the bathroom at McDonalds (not using our hands) and took the bus back home.
Cravings for brie cheese and crackers settled in around 10pm this evening so we once again took the bus to (what we thought) Albertson’s to buy what we needed to fulfil our wildest cheese and cracker dreams. To not miss the bus back home we had to run which led to a butt injury (not to mention the shame) for Maria and a lot abs for Erica. Albertson’s was closed (what we thought) so 7-eleven became our life saver instead. The bus driver saw the slippery fall and we had a good laugh on our way back home.
Now we are full of Reese and Phish Food and it’s time to go to bed.
Sleep well Santa Barbara and mums; lock up your sons.
Xoxo Maria & Erica
