Alright so I left you off with our adventures in Scotland. We took the cheapest route to London (thank you Megabus) and we arrived there 10 hours later (give or take). So then we had to find our hotel.......simple enough? Sure. If it wasn't the Jubilee weekend. We walked into the subway and HOLY BALLS BATMAN! There was a shart-load of people there. Lots of them were sporting various red, white and blue accoutrements and thing-a-ma-jiggers with union jacks on them. So there we were, 3 North Americans who had never been to London before trying to figure out how to work this Tube-thing. To buy an Oyster card or not to buy an Oyster card? We bought them, and they were shnazzy Jubilee ones too! So we managed to find the right track and of course it was packed with people.......some kid's backpack was smooshed into my back. So there I was trying to make sure my luggage was stolen or in anyone's way, already standing funny because of said luggage and then this damn kid and his family come on and oh sheesh yall I felt like one of those cartoon characters getting folded in a beach chair. My back was getting pushed out, causing my ass and upper bits to be pushed back which causes your legs (in a normal situation) to adjust accordingly. Well my legs couldn't so I grabbed onto one of those bars and hoped no one moved suddenly, otherwise we would've been like dominoes down there. So blah blah blah we made it to the hotel and decided that the rest of the day would be a chill day for us.
The next day we decided that before I would have to register for courses we would hit the British Museum. And guess what? It's freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!! Well unless you want to see something that isn't in the permanent collection, otherwise, it's FREEEEEEE!!!!!!! After that we went back to the hotel so that I could fight for a place in SOLAR. And here I was thinking that I'm registering as a 4th year, this is the first day of registration, how hard can it be? Let me tell you something, NOTHING GOOD comes from thinking/saying these words, nothing!!! I sat there clicking for an hour and a half until I finally got in. And since I don't want to start ranting, that's all I'm going to say about that......
But that night....ooooooooo the fun-ness that is public concerts! We made our way to Hyde Park to watch the big screens the BBC had set up for people to watch the Jubilee Concert. Yaaayyyy!!! Free music!!!!!! The park was packed with people, like sardine packed, luckily the areas not directly under the screens were comfortably occupied--you had sprawl space is what I'm saying. We got there when Kylie Minogue was performing and we left after the fireworks. I have to say, that was probably one of my favourite parts--if not my favourite part--of our trip to London. There's something about being apart of a crowd, singing along/destroying a song, and cheering and clapping for the Queen. I don't think my American friends appreciated the occasion as much as I did, but I still think they enjoyed themselves.
The next day we went to Harrods to make ourselves feel poor--and that's all I'm saying about that else I become sad. We also hit the Victoria and Albert museum where they had a temporary exhibition on Ballgowns and you bet your balls that I went and paid for it!! Gaaaahhh! The only thing stopping me from stealing those dresses was the fact that they wouldn't fit me.
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| Welcome to London... |
What else did we do? Get caught in a shit-storm of people. Herds, literally herds of people on or near Hyde park. Our bus was stuck in traffic (people traffic, not car traffic) for almost a half hour and by the time we hit the the actual intersection we still had to wait for the crowds to stop crossing the street when the cops were trying to stop them. Seriously people, if a cop is holding out his arms and blocking the other folks from crossing, what makes you think you can cross? Don't make me slap a bitch!! Eventually the bus let us off--not where we wanted to be mind you. It turns out we were left not too far from St James Park, and for those of you who don't know that's where Buckingham Palace is. ANNNNNNNNNNNDDD it just so happened that on that particular day there was going to be a shnazzy little fly-by by the British Army and we saw it. There were red, white and blue streaks in the air......but you couldn't look up at them for long cause it was raining.
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| Yep that's M&Ms world. |
So to escape said rain we hightailed it to M&Ms world. We had seen some kids with bags from there and I'm 90% sure I said these words: "I need to go there", so we did. And I was scared for my life. There was so many people there it's not even funny. I was concerned that some kid hopped up on candied chocolate goodness would plough through me and I would end up over the railing and right on the M&Ms version of the Beatles walking over Abbey road. Luckily that didn't happen and we made it out of there in one piece. Also, and quite surprisingly, we made it out of there by some act of God with absolutely no chocolate. And then we caved and went to Regent street for some retail therapy. OK we didn't actually buy anything but still.....OOOOOOOO Hollister with your sexy shirtless male models standing and greeting people at your front doors and your suspiciously dark store. OOOOOO H&M with your not so terrible prices and tons of shoes.
On our last day we decided that we should probably do the tourist-y thing and see the sites. We hit the major ones: Tower Bridge, Buckingham Palace (as much as you could see with it still being cleaned up from the celebrations), the London Eye, the Houses of Parliament, Westminster Abbey........and I think I got all of them on that list. And so our UK adventures were over. We headed back to France. I was really glad that I got to spend my last night in Vichy with 2 of my new friends. We spent that night packing, being silly and blaming Julie for things. It's fun to blame Julie. Car won't start? Julie! Weather sucks? Julie!!!!! Stocks down? JULIE!!!!!!!!! It's fun, you should try it.
To those who read my blog posts, I thank you. I hope I've been keeping you entertained these past few months and I hope to continue to entertain you all! To those who don't read my blog.....well there's no point in bitching at you because you'll never see it, ya bastards. So au revoir for now! The next post I write will be from Canada.
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| Heeeeeeeyyy Prince Harry ;) |
Also, here's a picture of Prince Harry. OOOhh haaaaaiiiiiii Prince Harry. Didn't see you there in your sexy uniform and your cheeky smile! Please tell me you just read that last bit like the creepy old guy from Family Guy....that is all.
But that night....ooooooooo the fun-ness that is public concerts! We made our way to Hyde Park to watch the big screens the BBC had set up for people to watch the Jubilee Concert. Yaaayyyy!!! Free music!!!!!! The park was packed with people, like sardine packed, luckily the areas not directly under the screens were comfortably occupied--you had sprawl space is what I'm saying. We got there when Kylie Minogue was performing and we left after the fireworks. I have to say, that was probably one of my favourite parts--if not my favourite part--of our trip to London. There's something about being apart of a crowd, singing along/destroying a song, and cheering and clapping for the Queen. I don't think my American friends appreciated the occasion as much as I did, but I still think they enjoyed themselves.
