I then headed over to Pret A Manger, which is a chain coffee shop that's really fantastic. Fun fact: the building that it's in used to be a brothel during the 16th century...
So whilst I was there overlooking Cornmarket Street from a top-story window, a glee club appeared out of nowhere. Naturally. They started singing their numbers, and this is the record of what went down...(Sorry the quality is so bad! I was using my iPhone.)
I want you to notice two things:
1.) The awesome Asian family in the middle.
2.) The fact that no one else is clapping, save for darkly dressed blonde girl and cheetah trench-dress (who I think are part of the choir so they don't count). You LOSE at being happy, England! How can you reject a good hand-clap invitation to a harmonized a capella "Forget You" by Cee-Lo?? That's ok, we still love you...and will smile at you for months, therefore making you awkwardly look in any direction BUT our enthusiastically crazy eyes. I'm moving to Asia where they clap to flash mobs.
Score BTdubs...After the judges reviewed the comparison of Mexican food, lack of school spirit, yet the loveliness of Blackwell's bookshop, they've decided the current score is: England: 11, USA: 7.
P.S. - Momma and Ryan are fewer time zones away from me as they visit colleges! Crazy! Pray for his decision-making process!
Miss you all! Muah :)
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