There were riots all over

The girls of flat 5 were stuck in riots in the center of Chelsea last evening, after the game sadly ended. (well not for the fans of Manchester United...) Okay, we actually were not stuck in the riots, but they did happen.  We got to watch the 'football' game in Chelsea, at an awesome pub. We found it by following 3 burly looking men who were wearing Chelsea jerseys and singing loud and obnoxiously songs.  We met some nice older men, who joined us for pints at the pub and then some younger guys who finished off the night with us at a less crowded bar.  The first place we went to could be compared to The Penguin on a Wednesday night, times 10.  It was packed...but so much fun.  I, of course spent today trying to find what I lost last night...my dignity.  Let's just say I had quite a good time.  I ran into a small problem when returning to the flat....thought I was lost while in our dark, small bathroom. I made it out, and realized I was home. So, no worries. It is a-okay.  

Today, we took a leisurely stroll through Hyde Park, around the round pond.  I experienced some very strong and unpleasant smells in the red telephone booth while attempting to take fun pictures and look like a serious tourist.  This evening we went to the British museum.. beautiful, amazing, made me feel intellectual and all that jazz.  I was thinking that there is so much stuff in there, that if I decided to go back and secretly take a little gift with me when leaving, like a small rock, old gold bracelet or piece of a statue.. they may not even notice.  

Our one roomate, Megan, had an incident on the Tube tonight.  She began going down the escalator and we all thought it was the wrong one, so what is the reasonable thing for her to do? Run back up, of course! It was impressive and we now have reason to call her James (as in Bond, James Bond).  

The British seem to be major fans of sandwiches. It's a good thing I like them, because that is what I will be living on for the next 3 months.  I feel like Joey from Friends...experiencing with the different, and sometimes strange sandwich varieties (which all contain butter).  No complaints here.  I am doing surprisingly well with the beer, a shocker to everyone.  Well as in, I like it...not as in I can handle the 5% alcohol content.  

More to come later, we have this painfully boring article to get through and write yet another horrible summary which will most likely be torn apart the next day.  Oh, and also flat 5 has decided that London has never seen a better group of study abroad students. We are out and about all the time, sparing no moments.  London is loving us, and all of our money.