European Wanderlusting: Bloddy Blogging Bruv

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The last entry I made took fooorrrevvver, I'm still getting used to this blogging thing. It's not the writing aspect so much as the fuurking photos. Pain in the arse, yeah. Anyway, I've learned the value of summary so it should be a regular joy from now on.

Yesterday will go down in the history of this trip as the day of where am I? what day is this? what's going on? what drugs are you on, sir?

After coming in from the rain we had a niiiice long sleep at Rich and Ines'. The next day (Friday?) started out innocently enough, we did a quick lil' tour of central London for Audrey. T'was a fun adventure!

London, lovely and gloomy

Parliament, Thames River

The London Eye! Theeee most boring ferris wheel ever, don't waste yer money

Big Ben! "He's a lot smaller than I thought he would be... but impressive nonetheless!" Erm, best shot ever, Lan?

Westminster Abbey, y'all!

OK, this is actually the most hilarious story ever. There are four lions surrounding the Trafalgar
Square Monument. They are quite large and fun to take photos with so all the tourists take turns waiting to jump up and pose with them. The one that we chose to wait for was occupied by a fifty-person Vietnamese tour group. When we started waiting they were all sitting with the lion and taking turns snapping photos, rearranging themselves, snapping more photos, laughing hysterically.

At first it was annoying because we realized that it was going to take forever for them to 1. have all of their photos taken , and 2. once they were finished taken photos, climb the eight foot space from the lion back to the ground. Anyway, it ended up being the most hilarious thing of my life. Once all of them finally came down (and it took the women forever because they were wearing heels and kept almost falling) I ran up to the the lion and scaled that baby in .5 seconds. We had been waiting so long and I just wanted to get it over with already.

The group was still standing around so they all saw me jump up, and I guess they thought it was pretty funny in contrast to the ten minute ordeal they had just had climbing down because they all started laughing and applauding. I bowed, "thank you, thankyouverymuch." Audrey leapt up with ease a few seconds after me and they applauded her as well, followed by Ines. They all then took their cameras back out "Can we take your picture?" "Sure!" Before we knew it we were posing for a million cameras and one of the men jumped up to pose with us... I almost peed my pants from how hard I was laughing.

Somewhere in central... It's like they knew we were coming.

Next it was off to meet Anna and Mel (whom I hadn't seen in aaaaages) at the good ole World's End Pub in Camden. We had a few pints, caught up a bit, la la la. I've missed those girls. Stayed with them for a few hours and then headed back to house to eat din din and get ready to party. The plan was to meet the girls back in Camden at some bar after we got ready but that all ended up changing. I really have to stop planning, my days always end up going in a different direction than what I expect, it's like fighting a losing battle. But it usually turns out better than how I plan it anyway, or at least more interesting...and last night was noooo exception.

We tried contacting Mel and Anna for awhile but shoddy reception, poor timing, and other circumstances made it difficult. We finally met up with Matt and a couple of his friends in front of a pub in central, only the line was super long and it was impossible to get in...OVER IT! Matt knew about a party in South East London and all of us were down. After the longest bus journeys (three buses) of our lives we ended up at some crazy party in theee sketchiest area of London I've ever been in. Anna joined us later and she said that when she got off the bus there was a man standing on the corner who had just slit his wrists, he was covered in blood but completely calm...um, not OK.

Anyway, the party was pretty uneventful (besides being offered coke a few times, nothankyousir) until the girl in the red dress came up to us and begged us to dance with her. She was like "Please come to the dance party in the next roooooom. I can see it in your eyes, you're dying to dance!" We went into the other room and it was literally her and one other person. Audrey and I started dancing with them, others joined, and one of the people who lived there was a dj so he started spinning some sweet tunes.

I know what you're thinking...everyone in the photo above looks British. Like, they just have that certain we are for sure not American look about them. I don't know why I felt the need to point that out, I think it was just the first thing I noticed when I saw this photo. Love it!

Before we knew it it was a fucking rager, mate. Everyone was in that tiny little room. Patrick, the birthday boy handed me a bottle of rum "let's get fuuuuking waaaasted!" Barf, stomach not OK so I asked Audrey to pretend to be wasted with me in order to appease Patrick. It was his birthday, after all.

It was fun, we just danced like the ridiculous Sagittarii we are, and I think that all of the actually wasted people thought that we were seriously wasted. Happy Birthday, Patrick.

I heart Matt =)

OHMYGOSHHH. I can't believe I didn't mention this immediately. The first thing that we noticed, even before we noticed the severe lack of people in the dancing room, was this wall...This fucking amaaaaazing wall pictured above. No no no, your eyes aren't playing tricks. That is a wall of devotion to Pierce Brosnan. A WALL OF PIERCE BROSNAN. A PIERCE BROSNAN WALL. All of the photos are from the eighties and early nineties, it was bizarre. But bizarre in a this is the best thing I've ever seen, how is this happening? kind of way