Nothing is open on Sunday? Oh shot.

Only getting about 6-7 hours of sleep is getting to me, I like sleeping and usually like to get about 8-9 hours. So yesterday morning was the same as usual, got up for breakfast at about 8, ate breakfast at 8:30. Following breakfast Dave, Mara, Jessica, Jake, Craig, and I went to the bishop's house near the cathedral in Kirkwall. The lady working there was really excited to see so many people on a Sunday morning visiting the site. It was nice but after a while ruins start to just look all the same with the same rooms. Before going to service at the cathedral with Ken and Jessica, the 6 of us just walked around Kirkwall for a little while. The cathedral was a Presbyterian cathedral. Odd I know but it's also named after a viking so they don't really play by the rule book I would say. It was a fairly normal service and I was really glad that I went but by the end I had to go to the bathroom so bad, I couldn't focus very well. After service Jessica and I walked back to our hotel. It was so cold outside, I had goosebumps all over my body and I was shivering. It was not good. Mara, Jake, Craig and I were hanging out in the other girls' room when some of the boys can down asking if we want to go to another island to go hiking. Unfortunately, as we soon found out, ferries and buses don't run on Sunday on Orkney. So we would have had to walk to the port and then swim to the island to go hiking. As fun as that sounds, we decided to go to the highland park distiller instead. The walk took like 15 minutes maybe. It was a nice tour and our guide wasn't bad looking. Mara said that I looked like i was a puppy following him, but I say everyone else was just horribly slow. I walk fast and I can't help it. It didn't help that he was probably like 6'8" or something equally ridiculous. I bought two little bottle of whiskey. On the way back to the hotel a group of us stopped for some fish and chips. I wansn't in the mood for chips so I just had fish. It wasn't bad. The night was spent talking with my mommy and playing cards in some of the guys' room. It ended with my taking three shots of vodka. Following that Mara and I talked and then we went to bed. So no good drunk stories I'm sorry, I'm just not that kind of girl really.