So what if I'm unabashedly quoting a T-Swift song? Get at me.
I had the greatest weekend/ beginning of my week ever. I'm sorry, this blog is not usually for gushing, but it's also- ahem- my blog, and what I say goes. Right? Right.
Let's rate this weekend on a completely subjective scale: Christy's Personal Happiness Meter. Numbers have little to no value in my brain, so I'm gonna pick 'em as I see fit.
I peaced out for Glasgow on Thursday evening, shortly after some truly excellent classes. There, my even more excellent boyfriend picked me up at the bus station. And he already had plans for a great first evening out in Glasgow- dinner on Ashton Lane. Happiness Meter: 10,000,001. Elated. Nothing is better than a bus station reunion, and really cute date plans.
To my great delight, Glasgow is actually way more beautiful than anybody ever lets on (or they've just gotten really good at hiding all the scuzzy bits). From a pedestrian bridge over the Clyde (which flows over lots of woodsy, grassy land right though the city), we could see the gorgeous main building for University of Glasgow, all lit up in the dark. So. Freaking. Beautiful.
Another fun fact: I remembered on this walk that one of the Middle Scots poets whom I spent my LIFE studying last year, Robert Henryson, was educated at this fine university. This bodes well for my boyfriend the Creative Writing student, yeah? Ya never know. Maybe some poor undergraduate will spend THEIR lives poring over HIS work in a few hundred years. HM: 1,449. Nerdily pumped.
Anyhow, eventually we ended up at Ashton Lane- I almost died; it was so lovely. It's a tiny street with pretty little shop-fronts and cobblestones and twinkly lights. I ate the best burger of my life (but that might have had more to do with my hunger than than the actual quality of the food), and then we got drinks at a cool old cinema-turned-bar. HM: 5,000. Super-content. Good food. Good atmosphere. The best company.
The rest of the weekend was pretty much spent wandering parks, ducking in and out of art museums (Glasgow has a lot of art, apparently. Why did no one tell me how awesome this city is?!) and of course, trying not to get rained on :) This boy knows how to make my heart melt. HM: 6, 895, 723.8 Bouncy with Joy. Seriously, I think I ran into a few people.
AND THEN, when I though I might explode from happiness, he decided to spend the first couple days of his Reading Week with me back in St. Andrews. I had class at 9.30 on Monday morning, so we caught a bus back on Sunday night. Highlights included: a seaside walk when the sun came out, drinks with my coursemates, darts and dramatic readings of a really terrible short story with his buddies, getting to do schoolwork together (what up, undergrad memories!) and our nightly "floor picnics"- dinner, dessert & a movie....on the floor, because our couches are just absurdly small, and indoors because it's too cold and dark out. HM: 10,000,000,000. Boyfriend! And food! And the greatest, laziest week ever!
Alright. I'm done. If you read all that and didn't start to feel nauseated, you might be a saint. :)
Now I'm reluctantly diving back into "real life" for the rest of the week....but it's not so bad, as I've got some super-fun and super-nerdy Halloween plans with my coursemates. Get pumped for stories about how we've all picked costumes from our area of study. YEAH!
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