gin and jack

I went up to St Andrews on Saturday to drop off all of my things--it's beautiful! I have a single with en suite bathroom, double bed, and spectacular view of these very Scottish fields (I'll post photos when I have proper internet). I'm staying in Edinburgh, though, until tomorrow morning.
Edinburgh is as wonderful as it was last summer. It's a hill city, full of cobblestones and unexpectedly old buildings. People here aren't as friendly as they are back home, but once you get to know them, they're great. The women have amazing clothes and extraordinary boots here--it makes me want to make gutsy fashion choices and strut.
I went out Friday and Saturday night with Mr D and his friends, which was loads of fun. We went to a gay bar on Saturday night and I had so much fun dancing. I think I'm glad, though, to be going to a college town--hopefully there will be fewer plastic girls (Edinburgh has its fair share). I was back at the bar where I stayed last summer, too. It's funny how faces change, but the people stay the same--the same kind of people, I mean. I'm still just as awkward in bars like that, with the music too loud to actually talk and everyone just sipping and laughing at one another. I sat in the bathroom for a while, guzzling gin and pretending my life was an independent movie (somehow this makes awkwardness seem less awful, because in indie movies the awkward duckling usually finds another, equally awkward duckling and they waddle off into a used bookstore, which sounds divine). Enough gin and tonics later, and I was out, socializing with the best of them.
Starting my trip with Mr D has been just right--I don't miss California yet; I've been too busy, and by the time I get up to St Andrews, I'll have lots of things to do.