Saturday: A New Specimen

Saturday morning saw me shopping for groceries as is the norm. Zee and I (along with Ernest) hit Morrison’s. It wasn’t a bad trip, but Ernest is not used to shopping; he didn’t want to bag the food as it was scanned; he just threw it all into the basket and said we’d bag it later, once we’d cleared the queue. The problem, as Zee and I agreed, was that there was no way of knowing how many bags we’d need, etc. we were proved right when we had to send Ernest back for extra bags. We (Z and I) that Ernest doesn’t get to bag any more. Edi and Sam bitched about the price again, but we charged them a little more than we three paid (we gave ourselves a break from the delivery fee).

We got treated to an amazing sight too (Snapped on Zax's phone):

That night at supper, as we sat down to eat, our door opened and in walked Neo, our last flatmate. His real name is Liu, but his English name is Neo. I dunno why, but it is. He’s from Northern China and is right across the hall from Zee. He’s in the MBA program, but is in marketing instead of the same stream as Zax.

The Ceilidh tonight was horrid; the entry was 6 quid, but was way more than I’d have paid had I known how crappy it would turn out to be. My friend Joe and I went, and neither was too thrilled about it. This particular ceilidh was hosted by the Uni Canoe Club (though I’m told there are no actual canoes in the club; it’s all kayaks). The party was supposed to start at 9, but when we arrived at 9:20, they were still setting up and no music was playing. The ambiance was also different from yesterday’s; whereas Danse Macabre was light warm and fun, the one tonight was dark and reminded me of High School dances… little lighting, disco laser light-ball, and cheap surround sound and taped paper banners. The dance caller was the club supervisor and didn’t really call the dances enough so those of us without the real knowledge of the dances were lost. We all basked into each other and it was chaos – but not in the fun way.