I'm still at Bristol during the week, but we moved to the Marriott at the city center. It's next door to a huge shopping plaza that opens 15 minutes after we leave for the Orange client site and closes about an hour before we get back to hotel. Lovely. The Bristol attractions all operate on simlar schedules. On the bright side, there's plenty of restaurants. While staying at the Hilton on-site, we had carvery every day.
Friday evening I went out with my awesome ITRA grad friends. Unfortunately, we went to Clapham and visited the a club without a dance floor. Woot... It took nearly 2 hours of night buses to get home. (I did get hit on by a middle aged black man while waiting at the Elephant and Castle N89 bus stop. He'd loudly say something polite and conversational, like "Coming home from a night with friends?" then add under his breath "Yeah, come home on my bus baby, you know what they say about black men is true.")
Yesterday I... what did I do yesterday? I don't remember. Not much. Today was James's nephew's first birthday party. I still don't see the point of a first birthday party. The kid had no idea what was going on.
... And tomorrow I'm back to Bristol. There's once again no internet in the hotel, which is shit. (Hmm, that's a British expression.) On the plus side, I don't work during the day on Friday in exchange for being the independent arbitrator for the EuroMillions lottery at night.
I need life updates from everyone!
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