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Two days ago, I had a little get together in my flat. It was five people, with a little bit of booze. I had a really, really good time. Suffice it to say, I woke up around 11 the next morning, only to get a facebook message from my friend Ayesha saying "Remember the capoeira workshop? Yeah?"

I ended up meeting her at the Bedlam Theater, where we walked to the train station, bought our tickets, and boarded the fifty minute train to Glasgow. (Fun Fact: They do not have trash cans in British railway stations. The reason: nowhere to put bombs.) Once there, we had some confusion about where exactly it was. We ended up taking the tube. The tube in Glasgow goes in a large circle. I'm not joking. There are two trains, one that goes out, the other that goes in. The trains themselves looked like toys.

Once at our stop, we ran into her Mestre (who had invited her in the first place) and the Mestre who would be teaching the workshop, Mestre Pantera. More on him later. Her mestre looked like the be-dreadlocked version of Ben Savage.

We got some fish and chips and sat on a couple of stairs, where we discussed what exactly is in a White Russian, our families, etc. The church that held the workshop was right outside of our stop. Oh, and it rained, as is wont to do in Scotland. There were capoeira babies (CAPOEIRA BABIES EVERYWHERE), including a little baby girl in a pink onesie who didn't crawl on her knees, but on her feet.

Mestre Pantera was a large, muscular, black Brazilian from Cordao de Oro. Three minutes in, I could see why he was called Pantera. His game was magnificent. He was agile, graceful, and jumped really, really high. I struggled a little, but was one of the better non-corded students. We had to leave before we could play in the roda (GRR), and made it back to time to get to the fresher's play, which, while awkward, was pretty good.

I sat in the tech booth, like a creeper. I then went to the cast party--like a creeper. I was not imbibing alcohol, that was much too expensive.I didn't end up having a good time, as everyone knew each other, so I went to Teviot to sit with Fraser and Garry. We then ran into Kat Diablo and Hannah, and we went back to my flat for a little bit of wine. Kat, having ingested 9 cocktails in rapid succession, was a wee bit sick. I am impressed with my mothering skills.

This morning, I made egg fried rice and vacuumed the floor, straightening up the kitchen.

I'm an ADULT.