London Part 3

So the wireless here has been giving me problems. Or maybe it's my stupid computer. I have tried 3 times to write this entry and it doesn't save. I must say that the first version was very witty and I'm gonna try hard to recreate it....

I was not a happy camper on Saturday. The blisters on my feet were huge and it rained all day. I got lost somewhere in the city and walked for 3 hours and was soaked. Finally found London Bridge to cross to the other side and got splashed by a double decker bus. All before noon. I was tired, hungry and wet so I decided to skip a couple of stops and go straight to the Tate Modern. On my way, I got stopped and asked for directions. Point Natasha. I love looking like a native.
Finally found a place to eat (Founders Arms, I think). Beer at noon was much needed. There were some French tourists sitting near me who let their children run around the restaurant. They ended up crawling under my table. They're the worst. The French tend to let their kids do whatever they want and when they finally run after them, the fathers tend to do the chasing while the mothers sit there and look pretty. This is not my first encounter with them. Fucking French people.
Get to the Tate Modern only to wonder why I keep doing this to myself. I HATE modern art! I think most of it is ridiculous and a slap in the face to all the great masters of the old days. Run through that shaking my head for most of it and then head out again. While on the Tube got asked for directions again. This time I had no idea where they were going but I did try helping.
I decided that at night I should go to some pubs and be social. First drink at Rising Sun then I walked to Soho and found Carlisle Arms. I discovered today that it's no fun drinking by yourself. I think I started getting lonely and homesick at this point. In 2 days I had really only talked to the bartender at lunch. Looking around the bar, I realized that the bartender and a patron looked similar to a couple guys I used to date. Of course I would be the person to find their clones in another country. I cannot outrun my past, unfortunately. I was watching the patron hit on a girl and realized from my observations that he must come here a lot and was also the neighborhood drunk. I was right. Soon found out for myself because I am a magnet for all things insane and unstable.
His name was Nick and he was an officer (allegedly). I was wearing my famous plaid shirt and he said I looked like a sexy lumberjack. I was thoroughly entertained so I talked to him for a while. In the middle of our conversation he says "Thanks for talking with me. You must think I'm mad".....um, no. of course not crazy drunk man. He kept saying how hot I was and asked to take me for a drink. I lied and said I was leaving tomorrow morning. He said "and?". I responded with "you wanna have a drink in the morning?" He said "what about now?" I lied and said I was meeting friends.

Don't need any more crazies in my life. At least I got to talk to someone. Even if he was the local drunkard...