Frolicing In The Meadows

So traveling has stopped for the time being. I made my way back up to Edinburgh to chill for a couple weeks and take in some of the things I didn't get a chance to while I was working. It has been really really good. I've been staying with my friends Sarah and Claire and they are the best ever. Can't say enough how awesome they are!

Anywho, spending the days walking around has been pretty fun. There is a big place called The Meadows- basically a huge grassy knoll type where everyone goes when its the slightest bit warm. There is a big free pitch and putt at one end, then a few fields and pathways, and cricket pitches. Not going to lie when I say everyone goes down when its nice out I mean that everyone seems to go down there and drink until they can't stand up. Lots of people just having wine with picnics, or a beverage after work. But there are also a smattering of inebriated children and shady looking junkie types.

So I'd been going down in the evenings because there are usually a few cricket games being played and I thought I'd try and figure out what the shit the frigin game is all about. (I still have not a clue beyond clues how cricket works, even after numerous evenings of watching ancient men in white shuits run about). So I grabbed a bench off to the side and started watching one evening. A bit into my cricket stalking a group of sketch ass drunk people sit at the next bench. These people were really classy, four guys one girl. They were sharing a couple bottles of Buckfast (a real classy wine cider-ie-majorly-caffeine-shit-mix alcohol that is cheap as dirt and gets people really drunk so its often the choice for down on their luck alcoholics). The girl was yelling most of the time. Couple of the guys were talking about how funny it was that they had stolen a TV from a store a few days before and had to go back and steal the remote because they forgot it the first time around.

I was just minding my own business and watching the cricket. That was until the cricket ball got whacked my way. I went to throw it back and I have obviously been out of sports much too long because I managed to actually throw it directly in the direction of the dunk bench. Shit shit.

So the person who I almost took his head off with the ball was like what the hell so I did all I could and apologized profusely. Good news he was like no worries and just laughed. However Girl- who seemed most drunk- decided she had better come over and talk to me. Well her name was Jade and she had most of her teeth still. She was smoking weed and told me all about her boyfriend, who also came over to talk to me. He wasn't as lucky to have as many teeth as Jade but I told her she was very lucky to have him. She introduced herself, shook my hand, and gave me an unwelcomed kiss on the cheek. No good.

There friend came over as well to chat of course. (I also got a peck on the cheek from him, also not very welcome). He seemed the least pickled which was great. He decided to chat with me for some time, about many things, like his friends and how wasted they were, places to avoid in Edinburgh, slang he used as a Scottish person, where I'm from and how he wanted to go there for sure. So if you ever run into a slightly shady looking Scottish man named Bruce, my name is Sally and I'm from California.