Maybe, just maybe

Sorry I've neglected the space so much, it's been a busy two weeks! I can't believe I've only been living in this magnificent European city for almost three weeks now. Admist the jet lag, the 3hr classes, and the early pub crawling, I can safely say I've adjusted. One of the hardest caveats to get over within the first couple of weeks was dealing with the fact that my extended NYU family will not be present this semester. I have to admit, I've had ok nights out here in London. A good pub here, throw back a couple of ciders, maybe throw in a smidge of hard liquor. All nice good fun, but for some reason I just did not feel satisfied. There was so much more I had to explore, and finally I did. Last night I finally hit up the gay scene in London and my how in love have I fallen. I danced the night away to my J.Lo, Gaga, and of course Britney.

One of the best things about me being abroad is the fact that I am able to re-invent myself in ways. In New York everyone already has a certain image or expectation of me when we go out. I'm not complaining or saying it's a bad thing but sometimes it's better to experience "another life". I always love going out clubbing with friend but never have the balls to be THAT guy. The one that is clearly having a good time, the guy who engages the crowd, the one that has the portion of the club looking back at him every 2mins, the guy who is the center of attention. I've never really owned up to that specific role. Last night I was able to and it just made me realize how much more credit I should give myself. It was some of the most fun I've had here, correction, the most fun I've had here and I achieved it on my own (with the help of a couple of friends). Due to recent events I've always been kind of reluctant to be excited and proud to be gay. I may have an unhealthy amount of Britney songs and know pop culture inside out, but I'm not walking down the street throwing glitter at people, singing showtunes with a rainbow exploding out of my ass. Some of the actions my friends took just turned me off. The gay world in New York can get ugly and I did not want to be a part of that. Somehow in London it feels more embracing than in the city. Maybe I feel that way cause I am literally throwing all my inhibitions out the door while I'm in London. Anyways, I can't wait to hit the gay scene in London again. (Probably this upcoming week) I'll make it another event I'm sure.

Aside from my first London gay club experience I have also experienced a couple of concerts. This week alone I've seen a couple of acts: Delphic, The Drums, and Ellie Goulding. The Drums were so much fun and I can't wait to hear their first full-length album. You guys must check them out, their music is so refreshing and relaxing. Makes me want to go into a John Hughes film and dance during the awkward school dances. Delphic put on an amazing visual show and those synths were ridiculous. Then we get to Ellie. I've been raving about Ellie's music on here, but is she good live as well? I'm here to report she absolutely is. Her voice is spectacular and her shows are very entertaining. I can't wait for her to blow up she's had my heart for quite some time, it's she stole a couple more.

That's about it on this end. I'll be posting more pictures on my flickr account and such, so stay tuned. Next week, I'll be in Manchester from Friday-Sunday visiting the ever amazing Dave Tester for a weekend to remember I'm sure.

Till next time

xoxo

Definition of Tired: Redefined

So I've finally touched down in LDN! Now that flight was not the best. Not only did I get no sleep on the plane BUT upon our arrival into London were were delayed. We circled around the airport for about an hour and then were taxing for a good 30mins before they decided to just park the plane and have buses come and takes us to the terminal. That alone took a while. The reason for all this? An inch of snow. AN INCH! AS IF! One of the LDN airports CLOSED! Anyways, I got to my dorm and settled in and met the new roomie for a semester. The rooms are small but they are very well kept and I commend the London crew on a job well-done. I'll upload pictures as soon as I'm not a walking dead man. Seriously, I'm so fucking tired. The small adventure today included a trip around King's Cross with my two girls Jee and Maggie. We ended up in the St. Pancras station and talked a to couple of cheerful and dowdy British figures in order to get the essentials: phone, adapter, and FOOD. I still need to get used to this whole pound thing. Anyways I'm beat and will probably drift off to sleep in an hour or two so until lataz!

xoxo

jitters

So if you're reading this you probably haven't been to my personal blog (only a select few know about it). Since I'm heading to London tomorrow I think it's appropriate to open it up to everyone. For the next 5/6 months this will be my journal of sorts. Expect an entry, almost daily, if not weekly. At this moment in time I'm very excited yet very nervous. I always get this knot in my stomach and a stress headache before every major event takes place in my life. The good news is that it generally signals the start of something amazing. Tomorrow I have to make sure I've packed the essentials (and slip in a could of my essential DVDs) then head to the city in the afternoon. I'm going to miss a lot of my friends, fraternity brothers, family, and of course my crackberry. On a side note though, I'm really excited to see what lies ahead. Here's to safe travels and a great start to the Spring semester. Cheers!


P.S. - Dear British Pound, lighten up a bit. Thanks.

xoxo