In which I have some misadventures

Had a bit of a misadventure on the coach system today here in Oxford. A week ago, or there about, some of the girls went to C.S. Lewis’s house to visit Narnia; having no great adoration for the man and not having read his books before being exposed to his religious writings, I did not accompany them, but rather went with Alex on a different trip around Oxford (video coming soon). Apparently during their visit they encountered an underfed horse that Claire has made it her mission to save from hunger. Thus, today she set out back to Narnia with oats, apples, and carrots on a mission of mercy. I went with her because she didn’t want to go alone, and all her companions had found other pulls on their time preventing them from this previously shared mission it seems.

Sadly, we did not arrive at Narnia, because the coaches did not deem us worthy. First the number 9 passed its stop right by with us waiting, forcing another hour of wait upon us. Then the 9 we had boarded for the return trip fee of £2.90 did not stop or, according to Claire, even go near where we needed to get off. So we returned, never having left the coach, to where we had boarded and home. She is going back tomorrow in another attempt. Ah well, such was my misadventure of an afternoon.

And straight on into evening, huzzah!

Rather than resume my reading, as I should have, I decided to go on a quest for food since it was nearly dinnertime. A solid hour and a half of walking around later I had managed to find nothing that appealed to me, certainly no where I wanted to enter and eat alone. So I returned to CMRS and abducted Claire – after a Google search and a hard glance at a map to a sushi bar / hot meal take out place – and made for the only street nearby that I had apparently missed in my wandering. It figures doesn’t it? Yo Shushi The food was alright, but the prices were high for the scanty portions and lack of any service at all (food comes by on a conveyor belt, you pick up a dish, they are color coded for price, and you pay at the dish count at the end), also there was a hidden charge for water! Needless to say, I won’t be heading back, but it was another new thing tried.

We stopped at the food truck, Posh Nosh, on the way home and got some chicken nuggets and onion rings to save the dinner hour from the bin.

I still have some group organized “wine and cheese” party in the JCR (Junior Common Room, it’s a shared space here at CMRS with a TV, VCR, DVD player, couches, chairs, tables, etc) that I engage this evening with – or skip entirely, as I am feeling like I’d rather be a hermit tonight.