Jewish Rooms

So I'm staying with my mate Diana in Columbia, she is my New York BFF. Like totally.

In dorms, they have codes to get into their flats/swipe cards. Pretty standard.

But there is a phenomenon called JEWISH ROOMS. This is where you need a key. A card key.

That is because Orthodox Jews are not allowed to use electronics on Sabbath. Because it counts as work. No computers, dishwashers, calculators. You get the drift.

So they can't get in their rooms with their swipe cards. They need card keys. Which means Diana has to walk to Hartley to get authorised.

Jewish rooms. I will say no more than those two words.

This is a non-Jewish lock.




This is a Jewish lock.

Frat Parties

....are exactly how they are in the movies. Shit. Although this was a freshman party (why was I there I don't know why). They had cookies and pretzels and light beer, aww.

Got invited by a mate at Columbia, so took Shadi and her sis and best mate. They wanted to see a frat party, I was amused.

We stayed there for all of 20 minutes. There was an embarrassing white people dance off. It wasn't even decent, like Channing Tatum, or my mate Nick who's pretty good. It was that bad. Just think of white boys shaking their booty, wiggling their hips and dropping down and kissing the floor.

Americans can't seem to dance at parties, there were very embarrassing grinding going on, but more like swaying side to side and making a sandwich.

But you have to admire their tenacity, they have more game than British guys. Which isn't saying much.

So glad we don't have the Greek system here.