are the absolute best. I worked until nearly 8pm last night, finally leaving the office feeling very sad and very frustrated with some of the relationships in my life (and frustrated by the lack of some other kinds of relationships in my life) and drug my poor, tired soul home. Upon arrival, my flat mates demanded to know why I had such a bad day, started pouring Fosters and merlot down my throat, tossed me in Ross's bed with six other people, forced me to cuddle up, and then we all watched Dirty Dancing (!) and Grease. Oh, and there was compulsory singing of every single song lyric. Hurrah! It was so much fun.

Strange Thing #12: Men here are not afraid to admit they like sappy movies. It would be a cold, cold day in Hell before a straight man in America would confess that he likes Dirty Dancing, let alone polish off a bottle of Fosters, toss it across the room and yell "Nobody puts Baby in a corner!" at the exact right moment.