Glasgow. Is there really anything worth saying about the city? To be honest, not much. It's definitely my new least favorite city. We stayed at McLay's guest house (which is my new least favorite hotel), which officially loses. Barbara had been doing such a great job picking places to stay up to that point, too. This places allowed smoking inside--always a negative--the rooms were small, and the stairs up to the girls' rooms were leaning off to the side, and had a visible crack running along the bottom.
The town itself really wasn't that nice either. There was graffiti everywhere, and we found out later that it also happens to be the murder capital of the world.
I have to say that I was not overly impressed with the Glasgow School of Art. It was a pretty cool building, but it had really become a tourist trap. Several areas had been repainted in totally different colors, and much of the supposedly "utilitarian" art was not actually usable anymore. The chairs, for example, were not for sitting in, because they might break. To me, this seems to signify that they could never stand the test of time, which means that they could never truly be considered masterpieces. In the school's defense, however, this was the day my cold/fever started, so I wasn't in the best of moods.
Wandered the city for awhile, bought myself a cool lighter, then wandered some more. Sadly enough, I can't remember what we did for dinner [ed: it was another Indian restaurant], but that night Emily, Erin, Rob, Chelsea, Crystal and I walked to the theater to see Kill Bill Vol. 2. I definitely liked it; it'll be awesome to watch them back to back when it comes out on DVD.
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