re: My thoughts on Oxford..

I went to Oxford a year or so ago with a couple of friends who invited me to watch this hipster trombone band that sounded like complete trash in an equally trashy bar called Proud Larry's. The bar smelt like orange juice induced vomit and was around 30+ over its occupancy limit (apparently garbage faux-hipster bands are all the craze in Oxford).

In between songs, I would yell out "Hail State". I was drunk and looking for confrontation but the beatnik crowd wasn't having it. Next, I started yelling for the band to play "Free Bird" continuously. Finally, this overweight girl sporting a pixie haircut came up to me and started flirting with me. I retreat outside and she follows me like a lost animal.

Then here comes this guy running around asking people to not kick his pregnant dog that was apparently loose on the square. I never saw that dog but this overweight Arcade Fire groupie starts screaming doesn't stop for three straight minutes because she's apparently terrified of dogs because she was supposedly bitten by one as a child which resulted in her thyroids not working and her infatuation with short hairstyles or something. My friends came out shortly after and said they were hungry so we went to Sonic and ate chili dogs!

True story.