Thanksgiving pub crawl

Wow, this has not been a good week for me keeping y’all up to date. Pardon my grammar, but I went to Peace Corps Thanksgiving yesterday, so I’m feeling American. It was a blast and the food was great. It was a little strange to be an outsider—there were about 25 of them and they all know each other really well cause they were almost all in the same training group. Being around so many foreigners was definitely odd. There was a huge spread, too large to list. There were four turkeys. And apple and pumpkin pie, among other things. It’s now Sunday night and I just ate for the first time since yesterday.

The Peace Corps people are scattered all over the country, but made their way down for the weekend. Seven of us (all guys) decided to go on a pub crawl, which was pretty ridiculous. We started at one “spot” and stopped at four more, before piling into a taxi (with one other passenger) home at about 2. So there were nine people in one taxi, including the driver. We definitely could have fit one more. Also, it was pretty nice to think back on how much I spent and not feel guilty—my bar tab was maybe five bucks!

Today was slow. The old familiar feelings of Sundays at Queens and all the guilt associated with that came back, but fortunately, I realized that I don’t have any essays due or anything like that! Carly texted me to say the Habs lost to the damn Leafs AGAIN in OT. Ugh. Nothing depresses me more than the fact that they have had our number for the past too many seasons.

I’m in the home stretch and am starting to feel the pressure of what I need to do before I go home. I’m meeting Martin to go to plan our trip to Cape Coast tomorrow (today when this goes up). But I’m sure I’ll end up getting bubonic plague or legionnaire’s disease or bird flu and won’t be able to go. I’ll keep my fingers crossed.