I finally finished Bridget Jones: The edge of reason. (which btw if you are living in lala land like my sis is[to sis: *grins widely*], is the second part of Bridget Jones' diary)
It is an excellent film, although a much better one with the Chinese subtitles (and will be a much much better one with a censored version with less vulgarities). It was the movie that I watched on the last day in Texas.
We finished our farewell dinner fast and early, a miracle considering how the 4 days competition nearly broke our necks [actually just me only] and made us living corpse who sucked the energy out of people who actually sleep. We went back to our hotel just in time to get dressed and pack (me only again cause I had an early morning flight out of the country which is insanely far away, which I will visit again in less than a month time).
We sneaked our way into the infamous bars along the 6th streets. I was again the one doing the sneaking around. I was not the only one though. The professor from the HK university group we met on our way into Austin whom we guess correctly was one of our many opponents was asking our professor how he managed to sneak me in, considering how one or more of his students were locked out of the bars.
The bouncer in the 1st club seems so ready to crack my NUS ID, largely cause I have no idea my year of birth. I didn't disappoint cause I took several slips of the horrifying cocktail of cranberries and vodka there as a sign of gratitude and appreciation.
The 2nd club called The library, Austin, which coincidental has a branch in Chapel Hill, Franklin Street was a much easier place to enter as I used a membership card from my team mate to sneak in. She was actually a few people behind me but I believe all Asian faces looked similar. It was just as packed and noisily (though I think better music) and the experience was turning all boring and similar. So I went off, with much expression of shock and advice of companionship to get to the nearby stores selling souvenirs and snacks.
The drizzle came when I was going back. It has always been a miracle of any kind if I ever managed to get around unfamiliar (or even familiar for that matter) territories with out killing too many brain cells. I am hopeless in directions, or in a more positive light that I prefer, a genius in getting lost.
However, at the consideration that I have already taken a picture of my hotel before I took off so I can show any kind soul who can point me in the right direction the actual look of the hotel in an English speaking country, no less and how in the neighbourhood of dwarfs and oddities, the hotel is the only plain-looking giant at a grand 10 over storey.
So I went back to pack more and take a long hot bath (ah.. the wonders of no water bills in a reasonably clean, no-idea-how-many-stars-hotel-cause-I-have-not-been-to-enough-good-ones-to-comment). I was finally nicely tucked in bed, with a few hours to spare before I had to rush to catch a plane and it was poor advice to sleep as I was sure I was not going to be able to wake up without having people broke the door.
There was finally a glorious chance to turn on the teevee that all 3 girls have not touched (not even for a potato crouch like me) since we arrived 5 days ago. I was switching channels, a favourite past time or as Vern likes to say WTS, waste time suggestions [pronounce as WHA-TS]. Was surfing through the usual 24s and keira knightley's the hole (which I had to wiki under her name to find what film it was)before settling on BJ.
I was actually at a relatively early part of the movie till the bed proved more tempting and I slept. I was finally promptly awoken by my team mate who told me to get to the lobby now (had to extend it by 5 minutes). I was literally dragged out of a warm bed, with the teevee still running. Checked the room one final time ( and of course the bathroom too) before rushing out and overturning my luggage outside my hotel door. Ran down and caught the cab to the airport even before the United airline counter was open. Totally hilarious but maybe he was a little drunk from all the clubbing, (just kidding, he was just trying to be early, pardon the pun [or paronomasia, according to Mr wiki there in the next tab] intended).
So you see, how a small story like BJ can trigger a mammoth size entry. The story and my gushing of Jo's latest charity auction, the tales of beetle the bard will of course, have to wait for another day then.
