After coming home from
Things immediately got interesting because it seemed as if
it were going to be impossible to fit all of the luggage in Patrice’s car, but
with a little help from her parents, we managed. Brent’s giant suitcase got to
sit in the backseat as an additional passenger! We then headed off to see one
of Patrice’s aunts who drove us the rest of the way to
The plane from
Once in
Patrice and Sean sat across and aisle from me, but Brent was
all the way on the other side, and the wheel chair guy wouldn’t trade with him.
That flight from
I’m not really sure where Friday ended and Saturday began because of all the time zones, but I think it’s quite safe to say that by the time we landed it was Saturday. We had to go through the passport place, and all three of the others got through easily, but then they started grilling me and wanted an exact address of where I was going, which I didn’t have. I called Patrice over for help, but they were really mad and stamped my passport hard, telling me to have an address next time!
Thankfully that was over, and we met Patrice’s… cousin in law? He, Victor, is her cousin’s husband, at any rate. So! He brought us back to his house where we took a needed break and ate and played with his children. All of the children are so great! The youngest is only a few months old, then there are two boys who are around 2 and 4, and the oldest girl who’s in 1st grade, I believe. They’re all well behaved and fun to be around, so that’s really great.
Patrice’s cousin, Heather, arrived home from a hair appointment and we chatted for a while, before heading out to do our first touring of the closest thing to the house =) That happened to be the home of King Henry the VIII (Hampton Court Palace). It was definitely cool. There were some nice gardens, and the chimneys were way cool. There were also lots of paintings and wall hangings (made with real threads of gold and silver!) that were nice. That house was sooo huge! I got a few pictures, but I’ve now discovered I’m not able to upload them to my laptop, so I’ll have to look into that.
Victor then treated us all to dinner at a local pub, where I had fish and chips. It was good, although interestingly enough, it was billed as being very specific to this location, although it seemed very similar to Captain D’s. It was definitely better than Captain D’s though, and they ordered some great appetizer with hummus and salmon dipping sauce. Excellent meal! They even gave us some wine, which ended up being funny, because Victor poured us all a cup, but Heather was upset because that emptied the bottle and she didn’t get much. She wouldn’t have cared normally except that he didn’t know if any of us would even like it. I’m not sure anyone else heard that conversation besides me, because I was sitting closest to them. So I drank most of mine and it was decent, but the other three barely had any, so I felt pretty bad.
Then it was back to their house (which, by the way, is awesome! The backyard is so great! Hopefully I can get a picture of it!) We played some more and Patrice gave the kids the Mardi Gras things she brought.
Now I’m really tired because I’ve slept almost none in the
past 48 hours or so. So it’s off to bed for me. It’s about
Today was good fun. I woke up to an absolutely wonderful breakfast of the best pancakes I’ve ever had in my life! They were purple for Mardi Gras! And they had banana in them. And chocolate. Then we watched some of “A Bugs Life” with the kids before getting ready for the big day.
We took the train into town and learned all about the tubes and railways in there as we traveled about the city. We bought a weekly pass that allows us to take all the trains, tubes, and busses for something like ₤45. We had lunch at Pizza Express, which was decent, but the pizza sort of tasted like the frozen pizzas you make at home. I only had the four cheese though, because money has suddenly become an issue. ₤1 is approximately $1.6, but the problem is that things are about the same price here in pounds as they are at home in dollars. But still, it’s way cool eating here.
Sean noted that all British people really were ugly, but we saw three girls at the pizza place that were not ugly, but not hot by any stretch of the word. So that was fun. It’s great just walking around the city. But unfortunately, Heather got really sick and took a cab home. We would find out later that she was running a temperature of 102. Sean and I both felt bad today also (but nowhere near as bad as Heather, we felt so… bad (okay, bad choice of words, heh)… for her.).
We went to Madame Tussaud’s wax museum. That was reallllllly expensive (almost ₤20!) It was really crowded and overall not that great. Everyone was taking pictures with the things and I kept thinking… it’s wax. I did get excited when I saw Buffy, and Sean got a picture, but I held out. I’ll probably be jealous when I see his picture, though. They had a chamber of horrors, but we didn’t get to go in there, even though it looked great. Harumph.
After that we went to see the horse guards closing shop for
the night or something. I’ve never been much into guards, though it was not a
bad experience. Oh! Right before that we did go to Abbey road, and took a
picture like the album cover. It was extremely tourist-y but funny. We also got
a close-up glimpse of Big Ben and us standing in front of it, and we saw the
London Eye (Ashleigh says you spell it II) from afar. But yeah, we basically
learned how to get around today. We’re getting a very early start tomorrow
(have to wake up at 7… it’s
Once home we played with the kids a lot more. We went outside in the excellent back yard and played catch with some balls and other shenanigans. Once inside, they found our blankets from the pull out beds, which then led to jumping on them and getting buried. Mucho fun. I really enjoy all of their kids so much! They’re so nice, and well spoken, and they might get crabby every now and then, but they’re so great! It really makes me want to have kids, like whoa. *le sigh*
Heh, so anyway, then Victor made us a totally great dinner of chicken, macaroni and cheese, and corn. After we finished, we just sat around the table and talked for hours (until a few minutes ago, actually.) Loads of fun. Lots of sarcasm all around, which was a bit unusual for this particular group, I thought, but perhaps not. Anyway, some very funny exchanges, and some truths revealed (gum disease, smelliness and belly buttons, oh my!).
So now I lay me down to sleep, and get ready to do it again tomorrow! w00t.
The biggest news of the day was that Sean stayed behind today while Brent and Patrice and myself went out on the town. Apparently (Sean word!) he was feeling bad, but he was also supposed to get a paper done, but he didn’t do that at all. But he’s not worried about it, so I suppose it’s all good.
So yeah, this morning we got showered and the three of us headed out with Victor towards his work. He dropped us off there around The London Tower, where we went and toured for a few hours. The place was pretty interesting, actually. The main highlights for me were the crown jewels (just because they were interesting) and the armory. I took some pictures of the armory so Sean and I can have decorating ideas for the apartment. We also saw where Anne Boleyn was beheaded. Whoo doggies! There was just some plaque. And the chambers of Walter Raleigh where he was imprisoned and then killed. There were some neat torture things all around too. I also got to see the ravens making out. We were taking more pictures of wild life than anything, I think.
By that time we were all starving and then Patrice told us that Heather said we could bring some cereal bars to hold us over. But alas, we had them not. So then we had to see if our crash course with the Underground had worked. We got lucky catching the train the right direction the first time, but we caught on quickly and used them smartly the rest of day.
We managed to find our way to Picadilly
where we ate at Burger King, where they had pay W.C.’s.
There were lots of people using these, more than I ever see using free toilets
in
So we got out of there and headed around Picadilly, taking in the various scenes. We stopped at a few places including Virgin and a bookstore called Waterstone (I think). That place was really cool and have seven floors total. There was a rockin’ bar on the top floor, with a huge window overlooking everything. We were going to have some drinks because we’re of age here, but then we saw the prices and that made us decide against it because, yeah, we’re way on a budget. But there were so many cool books there! Patrice became obsessed with seeing elephants yesterday, but we hadn’t seen them, so she made sure to point them all out to us today, especially the ones in the nature section of the bookstore!
We ended up walking right into some park that led to
Buckingham palace! The park was great, we decided we should camp out there for
the night – then later we saw someone with a tent! Also, on the wall, there was
a great proof. I have a picture of it, but it goes something like, “Evil men
kill people. Bush and Blair kill people, hence Bush
and Blair are evil men. Q.E.D.” The QED really made
it! Also, there’s apparently a murder loose in the city and is called the
jogging murderer, so everytime we saw joggers I would
hide behind Patrice in fear! Ahhh! Also, Patrice
asked some guy in a concession stand if that building on the other side of the
gate was
The Brent, Patrice, JJ combo was great today, and was
probably what provided most of the entertainment. Between the two of them, I
was laughing all day long. It’s really great. It makes me sad that I probably
won’t ever hang out with the two of them together again because Patrice will be
off to Ole Miss and Brent to
On the ride home, we were really the only people talking. It was really crazy. I don’t know why no one else talks. Maybe they like hearing our accents as much as we like hearing theirs? Doubt it, they probably just think we’re so stupid. Heh.
Tonight Victor helped me solve the problem with my digital pictures, because I could upload them to his computer and then to iminthepack, so that’s really good. And I e-mailed in my first newswriting assignment. We had a big family dinner, but they served chilly which Patrice can’t stand and chocolate king cake, which Brent can’t stand, but I liked it all a lot. But neither of them would tell them, and Brent got mad at Patrice at first, but when he got the king cake he wouldn’t say anything either. Oh man. Laughs. And stuff kept getting brought up that wasn’t supposed to, and it was hilarity.
Then we watched some British TV, and while I was working on my paper, Victor told them that after nine there’s a watershed and lots of nudity, apparently suggesting we should partake in it. But we found some really crazy TV stuff. Apparently everyone here is obsessed with text messaging! There was one station just for displaying them, but tons of other stations had them. Like a dating station with people on saying stuff, but you could text message in. It’s wild! Very funny TV.
We’re supposed to be waking up at
Also, we were worried about being loud last night, so we asked this morning and Victor said they couldn’t hear a thing, but tonight Patrice said she could hear every word we said when she was upstairs! I really hope we’re not causing them too many inconveniences, because they have been way overly nice and they are so great.
But I really need sleep in a bad way. So in summary,
I’m killing myself by not getting any sleep, and writing all of this down really isn’t helping, but I just feel as if I need to document my first out of the country trip!
Today was our whirlwind tour of
Anyhow, once at the airport, we had to fill out an arrival
card, so Sean asked someone for a pen. But he thinks he called them a pen
instead of asking for one. It seems most of the signs in
We went by the Louvre first, but just looked around at it and snapped a few photos. We then walked all the way from there through many, many street blocks to the Arc De Triomp (Sean can correct my spelling), where we bought a ticket and walked up the 186 something stairs. It seemed as if the gang with me was already tuckered out by then, but I’ve got to give it to them, they all stuck in there and really kept the pace up all day long. The view up there was really great, but we knew we were on an absolutely hectic schedule and we couldn’t stay anywhere very long at all, so we were off again.
We stopped somewhere in the Metro and ate lunch at this little sandwich shop. Everyone had something different (Patrice a beneit, which will enter the story later, and me a pita bread sandwich) but everyone seemed to love what they had.
The next stop was Notre Dame, which was a really awesome building, although I guess I couldn’t get the full religious experience out of it, though I still enjoyed it. Then we hit the museum which had the impressionism art that Patrice had been dying to see. There was some pretty cool stuff, but we really had to zoom through it. Patrice would see her favorite pieces and say, “It makes me happy!” That became the theme for the day, I do believe. We got really good at going fast and being happy.
After this we trekked out to the
Side note: Brent had several scary moments throughout the
day. Once he hopped on a different section of the train than the other three of
us, and said there was only one man on his, sitting all the way in the back
alone, and he was scary. At the next stop he made it to our section before we
were even able to get our door open. After that, he almost “fought a
We then got really lost trying to find a department store so Sean could replace something he’d bought for his mom on the last trip. We finally found it, and luckily he found something to get. Anyway, we were then low on time, and tried to go to the Louvre to hit the highlights, but then read that it was closed on Tuesdays! This turned out to be lucky because…
We decided to go ahead and start our trek back to the airport. We found the Metro we needed, but it went slow and reallllllly far in between stops. But it got really scary, because we were going through these really ghetto sections. Worse than that there was this man that was watching us and laughing at all of our jokes. He would try to say something every now and then, but no one could understand him. (We thought he said, “Don’t give me freedom,” but perhaps it was, “Don’t give me free laughs”) He really freaked us out, but thankfully he finally got off. That was lucky! Also, we were really nervous, because the train line had a fork, and the lights at the platform where we boarded were supposed to tell which it was going to, but ALL the lights were lit up, so we didn’t know if this one was actually going to the airport. By this time, we were running really low on time, like 25 minutes until the gate for our flight closed!!! OHHHH! And at one stop, there was a DEAD GIRL outside, and the police had her roped off and I guess they resuscitated her, because she started shaking a whole lot!! It was really scary!!!
We finally made it to the airport stop, but then Brent had to run around crazily to find out which bus we had to take to our terminal. Again, luckily, we found the right one! We made it to the airport and ran all over trying to find our gates. It was extremely hectic. We finally found the right place with 1 minute to spare. In that time, Patrice spent her remaining Euros and bought lots of drinks and candies and ice cream for her and Brent. Whoa! So we were reallllllllly lucky in many, many ways. If the Louvre had been open, or we had been on the wrong train, or just one thing would have slowed us down, we would have had no time to spare. But, we made it on the plane!!!! Yeah!
That’s where Brent and Patrice went absolutely delirious!
Patrice had only eaten sugary stuff all day, and she was way jacked up! They
were screaming and laughing, and Brent was taking paparrazi
pictures of other people on the plane. It was really funny, and a little
embarrassing, and I was just praying Sean didn’t start hating Patrice and Brent
and they wouldn’t have a big fight. But we made it home, and we’re safe, and we
saw a HUGE chunk of
My lips are chapped as hell, more than I’ve ever had them, and I’m way tired, and have to get up in about 5 hours. Thankfully I’m still in good walking shape from my years and years of walking with Jim and co. But I’m just having the time of my life. This whole trip has been immensely enjoyable to the nth power, and I’m so glad I’m here. I balanced my checkbook tonight, and thanks to a paycheck my mom is giving me from my work she’s doing this week, I’m doing reallllly good on cash, and don’t have to be as worried as I had been. This is soooooo much fun, I don’t even want to think about it ending.
SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!
Well, we slept in a bit this morning, because Patrice was too exhausted to get up at 7. This is probably a really good thing, because even with the extra hour of sleep, I feel exhausted, but still ready to go full throttle! Anyway, I got a long shower this morning because I really needed it, so now I’ve got a few free minutes while everyone else showers. There were a few extra things about yesterday’s trip that I wanted to jabber about.
One interesting conversation that we had was about language. Patrice and/or Brent posited that we should really just have one world language that all children start learning in school and we slowly phase it in. This sounds like a great idea on the surface, but Sean brought up the point that language really defines a culture to a large degree. I’ve never been one to support diversity simply for diversities sake, but in this case, I suppose some diversity of language can be a really great thing. There are some words that just won’t translate between different languages, because they represent ideas that other cultures and languages just don’t have. I suppose that the shining example in any language conversation is that the Eskimos have some 100 or something words for snow, because they recognize all of the different types, because snow is so important to their entire culture. Or perhaps the group of Indians that didn’t have any words for time. Language has just become so absolutely intriguing to me recently. Before I really hated it and wanted nothing to do with it, so this is a huge turn around.
The other thing that struck me was that I could understand a decent bit of French because it was derived from Latin. I’m sure I understood a great deal more than I would have been able to without Latin, even if I didn’t understand all that much. There’s no way I could understand any of the people speaking it, but some of the written stuff wasn’t too bad. And some of it even related to the very little Spanish that I know. The whole day just really made me want to learn lots of different languages so I could communicate all over the world. I guess I’m being a huge geek and going on about this endlessly, but I was really amazed all day yesterday. I’m quite eager to read that Steve Pinkerton book on language that I bough during Christmas.
Unfortunately, I have one other thing to document. Heather and all of the children became ill this week. They all went to the doctor yesterday. Heather had strep throat, and the kids were all running fever and had to have shots. We all felt really bad, hoping we didn’t give them anything, but I’m thinking we didn’t, because none of us had those symptoms. I know I’m just stuffy, which is really actually still from traveling and the change of climates, because that seems to have that effect on me, as much as that sucks. Anyway, hopefully they’re doing better, and hopefully none of us will get too ill.
Heh, we’ve all been riding each other for something different while we’re here. Sean for his morals of trying to blend into the culture you’re visiting, Patrice for her self-proclaimed whore-y-ness, and Brent for being scared all the time. They, Sean especially, has been on me about being so productive. I really didn’t know he held those views, but it was really funny hearing about it. He said I’m Ben Franklin’s poster child, so far that I could never truly be humble because I’d be proud of being humble. Funny stuff, but more than likely true, also.
Anyway, those are all of my extra thoughts for this morning, so I’m going to go see if everyone else is ready yet or what.
We started off the day by heading to Westminster Abbey. On
the way we saw lots of anti-war posters and stuff, which was pretty interesting
and we took some pictures.
I don’t really don’t remember what we did today,
except for the fact that we attended an anti-war protest at
Anyway, we also ate lunch at Harrods for $30. I had a créperie with salmon and asparagus. And then we saw the British museum with the rosetta stone and greek stuff and roman stuff. I really should tell more about this, but it’s late and we’re all about to have a sleep over in the computer room and get up in four hours. Ohhhh man.
And now my battery is running low – but today rocked and we were news worthy and blah blah, goodnight!
Today would probably best be remembered as the “bad day” of the trip. We woke up really early, but about 10 minutes too late to leave with Victor. So we had to walk to the train station and instead of waking up really early and having a really early start, we woke up really early and had a fairly early start. But none of us got very much sleep at all, whatsoever, and that really caused all of us to drag a little today.
It was pretty nice walking to the train station once we got
to the park part. We weren’t really sure where we were going, but we got some
help and it was fun. The very first thing we did once in
After that we spent a lot of time figuring out where we were. We seem to have great problems with that. We can find our way to places easily, but then we take a different exit and it takes an hour to find another Underground stop.
Speaking of the Underground, it seemed so so so cool at the beginning of the week, and like such a great idea, but it really has already lost most of its novelty. I mean, I just couldn’t see myself riding it to work every single day. Cars are so much nicer. Seeing everyone on the Underground just makes me feel very different, somehow old and worn down or something. It’s a bit strange, actually.
We were all absolutely starved by this point, so we found a Pizza Hut with an all you can eat buffet and free drink refills (a rarity here!). The food was great. I had about five pieces of pizza and eight or so of the cherry tomatoes, as well as some breadsticks and pasta. They only had Pepsi products though, but even 7-Up tasted good I was so hungry! That really hit the spot and picked up the general mood after that.
We then bought tickets to The Complete Works of Shakespeare Abridged. Lunch and tickets were all in Picadilly Circus, so since we had only a few hours before the play, we decided to stick around and Brent realized the place to get his hair cut was right around here. That actually ended up being quite an adventure! He went to Toni & Guy, which is the big chain around here. It’s really expensive, but they even serve you coffee during your cut. We had to wait a while for his appointment, and so we went to Virgin Megastore, where Sean found the DVD he eventually bought, containing episodes of Danger Mouse and Count Duckula. Fun stuff! And it was region 0, so it plays everywhere =)
Anyway, back to Brent’s haircut! Although Brent had the idea for his haircut a while back, we’d seen several people around here that had that look. Patrice really loved his old hair because it was a bit long and curly at the end. His new haircut is short on the sides but long in the middle. It really resembles a mohawk. Brent was way excited about it and was feeling some mega-punkage. The haircut took almost and hour and one-half, but it was a good break and entertainment. Plus Brent became a punk. It was weird, because at first his haircut was making me interpret the way he acts differently, but I suddenly realized how weird that was and snapped back to normal.
The play was next, and it was absolutely delicious. Three actors did all 37 plays in 97 minutes. There was lots of audience interaction and tons of energy in the play, and it was very, very funny! They even picked someone out of the audience to be Ophelia, but all she had to do was scream, but the audience had to give her quick acting lessons. Good stuff, great adaptations of Shakespeare, and superbly entertaining. I highly recommend it.
After that I think we hit Hamley’s toy store, where Sean bought Cluedo. We also looked around for a while, but after that it was off to Hard Rock café, where I got Carrie her souveneir – a t-shirt. I’m pretty sure she’ll like it. I didn’t get myself one, because it just didn’t seem worth all the extra money.
At this point, Sean really began to drag and became quite bitchy, though I knew it was mostly because he hasn’t had much sleep at all compared to normal. It just sucked because everyone felt bad, and we couldn’t really find a place to eat. I must admit, I was very glad to see how well he recovered, and everything went back to normal. I was thinking today that for spending just about every waking moment of the past seven days together, we’ve been able to get along quite well. No matter how nice people are, it seems problems and crabbiness always arises when you spend that much time together, I know that used to even happen between me and Jimmy sometimes. But yeah, I’ve thought our interaction on this trip has been great, and I’ve enjoyed it very much. I really didn’t know Brent at all before this trip, having only worked with him briefly on the prom slideshow, but it now almost feels like he’s an old chum, that’s always been around. Good stuff.
SO! Since we didn’t find food, we decided to just head on the Jack the Ripper the tour. We didn’t really see any people at first, but we approached and the guide slapped stickers on us and had a great accent, so we were sold. There ended up being over twenty people going, they were just hiding around the corner.
The tour was interesting, and we walked around some pretty scary parts of town, but the actual tour part wasn’t that scary. The worst part was that we were all really hungry and really cold, so it was hard to concentrate sometimes. But yeah, it was still enjoyable, and a neat experience, that I’m glad I had.
Today was interesting, all be it unproductive. We got to
sleep in because we were going to go into
Anyway, we were going to
I found a box for my dad and bought it, but it was raining and the bottom of the bag fell out and it broke, so I’m going to have to find something else now. Dunno what. Picking out souveneirs is so hard for me. Like, I don’t want to just buy junk that someone is going to throw into a corner and never look at, but most of the stuff that actually has anything to do with where you’re visiting is junk. It’s a hard line to walk.
So mostly we just shopped in
After that we headed back home and wrote some postcards. Tomorrow
is scheduled to be souvenir day, and we’re just going to go back to most of the
places we’ve already been and buy stuff. A bit silly, but it should work. We’ve
run into conflict with Sean again, because he doesn’t want to get up as early
as we’re planning (
I can’t believe tomorrow is our last day. This trip has been so exciting and fast paced the whole time. Thinking about leaving leaves me with the same thought I always have when people leave. Why can’t we all just live in the same place? I mean, we go our separate ways so we can pursue what we really want, or the school we really like, and that seems to have been a trend. But if we all stayed together, would it matter if we had a crappy school? Wouldn’t we just have lots of fun anyway? The theory almost got tested with most of the Pack going to MSU, but once Sarah disappeared from the equation, things went downhill fast. Sean’s great and keeps me sane, but how much cooler would it be with the old Sarah, Steve, Scott, Jimmy, Patrice, etc. all living there? Or would it end up sucking and we’d all hate each other anyway? Who knows? At least there are these absolutely wonderful moments in my life which I can always have to hold and to cherish. Even though I’ve been sick this whole week, which usually makes me sad, I’ve had almost entirely happy thoughts the whole time. Everyone, Sean, Patrice, Brent, and the whole Fetter family feel like one big fun group or family. It’s really been amazing, and the Fetter’s have been so wonderful and are absolutely some of the nicest people I’ve ever met in my life.
PS: Talked to Sean and it seems like things for tomorrow are looking up. YAY! Hopefully it all works out and happiness abounds, because of course, we’re all shiny, happy people here, to quote a dear friend.
Cheers!
Today began at approximately
First stop—Trafalgar’s Square. We climbed up and down the lions. Great pictures were taken. No pigeon feeding today, but we met some Minnesooootians who took our pictures (and we took theirs) on the lions.
Next stop—
Then comes—King’s Cross. Platform 9 ¾ to be exact. Disappointment is the only word that comes to mind. We walked through tons of construction for a glimpse of platforms “9b” and “10b.” So, yeah. In your face, Harry Potter. Boo. Pictures were taken, and that seems to be what kept the crowds happy!
Mmm hmmm—Lunch. Ready to eat sandwiches. Sean learned that “chicken salad” equals chicken with lettuce. After buying my lunch, I went with Patrice to get cookies (she did not find any sandwiches that appealed to her—picky bitch) across the way. She got orange and chocolate—weird but good. We sat down in McDonald’s to eat (the sandwich store had no tables). Patrice got some freak-o pasta, so it was okay.
Yeah, so the real reason we were at the High Kensington Underground stop—Brent had an itch to go to this place called Urban Outfitters. One word: hellaexpensivefornothinggreat. It was an experience. The clothes were nice, the shoes worn out, and the sweaters tickled Sean green (because they were green, not pink).
What next?—Hardrock Café, of course!! More shirts, etc. were bought(en). We even got one free! W00t to that!
After Hardrock—a
walk in the
Souvenir shopping, anyone?—Patrice had this “bright” idea to
ask the Underground information booth for ideas on finding an “open air
market.” We were directed to the French
Quarter (
Get the Hell out of Dodge—Sean thought to go to Harrod’s where we would be both dry and safe. We went into the “Harrod
Shop” section only to find that they were selling souvenirs of Harrod’s, not of
Next up—
PICADILLY CIRCUS!—A circus, indeed. Sean/Brent was in need of a seat/hungry (when
is Brent not hungry? Answer = never), so
we took Patrice’s finger point and went to the nearest sit-down restaurant—Garfunkel’s. Patrice
left her order with us and went to a souvenir shop next to the restaurant (what
else does a girl do in
After dinner—we took pictures (in rotating groups of three) hanging out of the red telephone booths. After which, we rode on the top of a double-decker bus. So much fun. We kept taking silly pictures (like the “fuck” sign, that really says “FCUK”—“French Connection United Kingdom). Patrice raped Sean’s leg while we were taking a foot picture. Oh, the fun. Back to Oxford Circus to catch the Tube home.
Argenta (home, of course)—we
played “check everyone’s email,” bullshit, and MAO—the coolest game ever. And I made up the four rule.
Guess what? Sean picked his nose on international television (Patrice’s video camera). Oh, and also, I’m a bra size.
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