Things That Make Me Drool

Oh where to begin, how can so much happen in a few days. Well first the G rated stuff I guess. Saturday I went to visit Windsor Castle...all by myself since a certain someone failed to show up at the train station. If I can recover enough (with the help of Advil) from a night of fun and debauchery at Planet Hollywood (who would have though?) then everyone else should too. As weird as it sounds Planet Hollywood was out only choice to stay out and it turned out to be really fun with a DJ who got his groove on playing oldies and 80s music. I drank entirely too much, but was still up bright and early to catch the train to Windsor. I got to see the changing of the guard there, which makes Buckingham look like a sham. After touring the palace and the church I have decided I was born into the wrong family. As much as I love my parents, I should have been royalty so I could have such a castle. Maybe I can find a billionare to build me one, so then at least I would get to decorate it myself. Palaces can tend to be a little gaudy with all that gold leaf.
Now on to PG things. Thursday I had my second date with the Greek guy and it went well. I think I really like this guy. We had a very overpriced dinner and then went back to his place. I promised myself I would get up for class the next morning, but when my phone went off it interrupted a very good dream I was having that involved him actually so I decided to stay and so instead got up with him at 12:15ish. He fed me breakfast and even mentioned spending a weekend together somewhere, so I am excited where this is progressing.
In other news, I went to my first gay club last night. I had been to a couple bars, but this was my first foray into the clubs. And all I have got to say is DAMN!!! At first I balked at the 16 pound cover, but was pleasantly surprised when it turned out there was a student discount. Who ever heard of a student discount at a club? Apparently its the norm here though. I had to stand in a huge line to check my coat (think 30 minute wait), and then I wandered into the main room and my jaw dropped. There were so many beautiful men I couldn't believe it. Now you all know how picky I am, so for me to say the men were beautiful, you know they were A&F model quality. I spotted a Falcon porn star (no relation to one some of you have heard about) and Chris Geary who looked like he had been on the roids. At one point I stood at the bottom of this staircase and as people came down you could see their legs and then their upper bodies and then finally their faces. Well since no one had a shirt on, I was just amazed at the lack of fat in the room. It's like all the gyms in London emptied out for this club. I was also offered X which I politely declined. When I got there I was alone and this random group somehow adopted me for awhile. Never had that happen before. The drinks were weak though. I bought a shot and was like "um, where is the rest?" Apparently I was supposed to do all my drinking before, and just have water there at the club. I have also learned that northern Italians are odd. I hung out with this guy from Milan for awhile and he was just weird. I will stick to American Italians and Spaniards and Greeks for now.
On a random side note, I saw a fox. The animal, not the sexy person kind. It was randomly walking through an outdoor shopping mall. Not something you see everyday at home thats for sure. It looked a little sad actually. I wanted to feed it one of the annoying pigeons. Well there were other random happening, but I cant expect you to read on forever so I shall leave it with these highlights.