London Part 1

Departure: The second I left my apartment it started to rain while it was still sunny. As soon as I sat in the car my mother started with how anorexic I look and that I have to eat. Thanks ma, but I'm far from anorexic. Of course at that time it finally hit me that I was going to LONDON. Which is in another country. By MYSELF. Who the hell let me do that!? I've never been anywhere alone! If I'm left in the apartment all alone for 2 nights in a row, I start battling the voices that live in my head.
As we drove to the airport we drove underneath at least 4 different rainbows. I'm gonna take that as a good omen. 1 hour delay later, I'm finally on the plane at 11pm. I've never been able to sleep on anything that moves so this was definitely a test. It was helpful that I barely got sleep for the last 3 nights cuz my frat house was going full force all night....

Day 1

scratch that. I didn't sleep at all. Landed here 11am and was on the go. When I got to customs this conversation took place:

Lady: Are you traveling alone today? (she says while looking around)
Me: Yup.
Lady: How long is your stay?
Me: Until Tuesday.
Lady: Do you know anyone in England?
Me: No.
Lady: So, you're all alone?
Me: Yes. I'm all alone. (Thanks for rubbing it in, lady. Jesus Christ!)
she looks up and says:
Lady: Good. That's the only way to do it.

I had a rough start figuring out the tube, but it was pretty easy once I started riding around on it. The trains are so small though! Found the hotel, which isn't bad but the room is like a cruise ship cabin (for Jack, not Rose). Classic stupid natasha moment:

Lady at front desk: around the corner is the lift you can take it to your room which is on the first floor.
me: why do I have to take the lift?
Lady: Because your room's on the first floor.
Me; Um, and what floor is this?
lady: the ground floor.

oh. I felt like a major stupid American. Trekked to the Natural History Museum and Victoria and Albert Museum. Good times. Pictures to come.

Took the tube that night to meet my new London friends. At the Covent Garden stop I soon realized why everyone was waiting for the elevator and not taking the stairs....194 stairs up is no joke. They give you a warning on the bottom but I thought "I'm a New Yorker. I'll be fine." Negative. I almost died my first night here. Lesson learned. Next time follow the crowd.

First we had a drink at an underground bar that used to be a mens loo. Dark and swanky. Then we had dinner at southbank annd then had my first Pimms at a bar in an alleyway. It looked like Jack the Ripper was going to come around the corner and murder me. Pimms is some sort of drink that tastes like gingerale and white wine with lots of cut up fruits in it. Delicious. My new friend handed me an ipad and told me to log into facebook. I was more excited at that moment than I have been in the last few months. I squealed. I moaned. I couldn't make words. Best login of my life.


On an end note: cockfosters.

That is all.

To be continued...