American Invasion Part 2

With the dawn of a new day came the simple thought of "What the hell do I do now?". The temperature was slowly hotting up and after an inner tussle I decided that despite the warm temperatures outside and the prospect of little more than entertaining myself that day, 9am was a little too early to start drinking, so, breakfast it was.

I also needed to do a bit of shopping as the cupboards were a little vacant. I managed to skate (yes, I said "skate", I happen to own a rather nice pair of in-lines if you must know. Although stopping skating is still a lottery to this day) to a local supermarket and purchase the essentials: Beer, tea bags, biscuits and beer.

Breakfast came and went without any of the major bombshells I had come to expect since my arrival and after a game of pool, I had a bit of a swim. Time past and I found myself thinking that the rest of my holiday was going to be like this, filled with hot days by the pool, drinking beer and listening to some top tunes. It sounds like hell I know but then Ashley came along to brighten my days.

Studying at ASU, Ashley kindly took pity on this poor Englishman and became his guide and guardian for the duration of my visit and promptly invited me over to her digs. Somehow I managed to find the place and after walking through the front door I got my first experience of University life in America. I was soon surrounded by young American ladies all wanting to know who this young English gent was.

It is important, at this point, to try to dispel some of the myths that surround American Sororities. Unfortunately, from my own personal experience they are pretty much spot on but with less pillow fights and a little more clothing.

I spent a few days with Ashley and her pals and I was beginning to feel welcome and optimistic of what the rest of my holiday had in store for me. My timing couldn't have been better, as towards the end of my stay there was to be...a gathering.

The harsh Arizona desert was to be the venue of the Barn Dance of the century and I was the only Brit invited. For those of you that are thinking that this was a bad thing, you're wrong in your assumptions and you should be punished. It was going to be a night filled with good music, good food, isolation and booze. Oh and there were going to be one or two female student types there as well.

Now it appears to be a tradition in America that for such communal events it is important for a lady to have a date for the evening. This doesn't mean there have to be any romantic ties to your date and for this reason Ashley asked me to play the role of her date for the forthcoming dance. I duly accepted her offer but a few days later was given the news that had been asked to go by a lad whom she had had her eye on for sometime. Now I wasn't going to stand in the way of her romantical escapades so I graciously accepted her offer to go instead with her roommate, who happened to be a tall, blonde dancer.

Oh how life shits on me. For I was soon to discover that she also, had been asked to go by her respective love interest.

So there I was, dateless. But hang on, what's this? All is not lost, there is still hope, there is a light at the end of this darkened tunnel...

There is "The New Girl"...

...To be continued