One month, one month, it took for these people to acknowledged me. My Macbook great conversation starter, two of the students have asked about it, because they are considering buying one, perfect opportunity for my preaching…soon I will start to collect commission from apple, I am selling tons of macbooks, by the way …are you considering to buy a new computer? I have the perfect suggestion.

Thursday I went out with Shinny and Beautiful Boyfriend, we went to a little get together from Shinny’s office, she works for a very well known entertainment company, hey I haven’t told you we were invited to the premier of Superman here in London, it was greeeaaattt.

Here is a gift economy, where the collective is the common denominator…we got to the pub and Shinny’s friend bought the drinks for the whole table, while I was holding my three pounds for my beer…they all looked at me thinking: “you are such an American” I put my money back in my pocket. Whoever stands up first buys the drinks and they fight over who should or shouldn't, I was not allowed because I am the guest (?) Hopefully they let me buy them drinks soon. It reminded me a lot of how things are in Mexico, is just like that my dad and his compadres are really really generous, they could give you their food, house, car just for the pleasure of giving. I totally forgot about it, I felt good be around something familiar.

English people can drink I mean they can drink, as soon as my glass was empty magically was full again. I started with beer but everyone was drinking Shandys or Irish Cider.

It is so funny, because for me cider is a drink that you have only in Christmas time, in Mexico that what we do. In my head cider is such a feminine drink is for the modest housewives who doesn’t know how to drink and even for children, I was given cider as a child in Christmas!!! And here all these rugby fans are drinking it…soooo weird!!!

I was at the point of seeing double and not knowing which language was coming out from my mouth and I decided to stop, this girl I have been talking to stood up to get mote drinks and I didn’t know her name so I touch her gently in the arm and I told her, please don’t get anything for me, she said in great British accent: Are you sure? I said: yes, I am pretty drunk already, and she laughed.

The Australian girl next to me asked me: -Do you know who she is? I nodded, she continued: your flatmate ‘s boss…upps.

I walked the streets of London at midnight pretty drunk, Beautiful boyfriend was drunk too and Shinny was the only one capable to guided to the right path. We took the train not before eating pasties and they were teasing me not letting me close my eyes in the train. I was: “please I am dying, let me close my eyes” and they were no Bee we need to walk back to the car. Boyfriend’s car was parked at the station and then they were fighting over who should drive. He has a Saab, as somebody I know, and he was a little concern about Shinny driving his precious, they were arguing and arguing, they forgot about me and I closed my eyes, it felt sooo good God!!! such a pleasure and with my eyes closed I offered to drive, “Over my dead body” both of them replied. Ok it was a suggestion.

Don’t remember how I got here, but suddenly I was in my bed with me eyes closed.

Friday, we chipped, meaning, it was a fish and chip night, we Nip Tucked and we drank (unusual) until we passed out on shandies, beauty (Christian Troy, you are going to be mine) and gruesome scenes from the butchery.