Long over due Update
SO lets start off with my london adventures, FUCKING INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I got in the one day after a 6 hour flight and it was morning, so I took a nap. Went out looking for critical mass but I couldn't find it. Sat in an internet cafe and looked up places to go. Went to a couple pubs and went back to my hotel.
The next day (New Years Eve) went out with my mom and her friends for a little bit. Had a guided tour with this woman and got a picture with one of the guards (I didn't make any faces becuase i can understand how much that must suck ass eventhough it was his choice). Bought some JD and got on the tube (HUGE fucking subway system with 245 stations all over london) went to this show at the corn rocket, where I met some crazy ass polish punks and skins that spoke broken english. Also met this really hot rockabilly chick who use to live in philly 3 years ago, so we chatted it up. So this motley gang decieds to leave and we went to like 3 different bars sometimes getting kicked out where at the second one we went to we got into a fight with all these preppy "blokes" and kicked thier "arses". We stumbled to our final bar about an hour before midnight and got fucking wrecked. I ended up making out with this other cute rockabilly chick and the next thing i know its morning.
So I wake up on a couch somewhere in london, and all the poles are up and already drinking. I have no idea what time it is, so naturally I assume its noon. So we all sat around telling stories and getting drunk. I then remember that i havn't talked to my mom and she has no idea where i am (we don't have cell phones). SO i had to try to find a number to the hotel and i did on my key card. So I called the hotel and she wasn't there so i left a message and headed back. I passed out on the double decker bus and took it to the end of the line (thankfully was a tube station). As soon as i got into the hotel the conciegre? Said "Mr Rogers your mother has been looking for you" in my mind "oh fuck". I went up to the room and she was there and kinda pissed, but I explained to her that the only reason she's pissed is becuase we are together and she has not experience my drunkin wanderings (As I'm sure you all know some of those stories and they are some good ones). I missed Edward Scissorhands (It was a musical we all were going to go see) but everyone said it kinda sucked so I didn't mind. We went out to eat, drank some more, then left and went out to some pubs and met back up with the poles. This time it was a lot tamer, and I made it back to the hotel that night.
The next day (jan 2) we went on a walking tour of london and I went to this other pub where all the bike messengers drink after work. So i hung out with them and talked about biking, and aparently biking in london is fucking crazy (I believe it becuase the streets are fucking small and winding, and the drivers on the road suck). In the past 6 months 6 messengers have been hit by left turning trucks and busses and have been hospitalized (one guy was off his bike for 6 months). So They all left and I bought a bottle of jack and just road the tube and busses for a couple hours just looking. Finally made it back to the hotel and went to sleep.
The day after that (jan 3) Oh fucking shit. My mom and I got up kinda eairly and went to a "Proper English Barber" And i got a shave. That was a fucking crazy experience. One someone else shaving you is kinda un-nerving, and they do all this other stuff like wrap your face in lime soaked hot as hell towels. It took about 30 min and cost 30 pounds (no fucking way I paid for it, my mom did). Afterwardswe went back and took a nap when i woke up my mom was deathly sick and so was one of her other friends, so me and steve (her other friend) went out to dinner and went to go see marry poppins, Rick met us at the theatre, even though he felt like shit. OH MY GOD, one of the most amazing shows i've ever seen. It was so fucking good, ugh I can't even explain it. Afterwards I went to this other show and met some more punks and got shitfaced at a bar. left the bar and made my way towards the tube. But not before stoping at the conner store and buying a bottle of jack (see a pattern yet, american whiskey, american in london?). Got on the tube and saw some of the punks fromt he show. One of them being really drunk thinks its a good idea to take off all his clothes in the tube and walk around. One funniest things i've ever seen are the looks on people's faces. He put his clothes back on and got off with the rest of his friends. I went back to the hotel and went to sleep.
Got up at 9 and took a 7 1/2 hour flight back to baltimore. I might have left some things out but that is pretty much due to alcohol. Ok so I'm off to class and will continue with stories that have happened since.
I got in the one day after a 6 hour flight and it was morning, so I took a nap. Went out looking for critical mass but I couldn't find it. Sat in an internet cafe and looked up places to go. Went to a couple pubs and went back to my hotel.
The next day (New Years Eve) went out with my mom and her friends for a little bit. Had a guided tour with this woman and got a picture with one of the guards (I didn't make any faces becuase i can understand how much that must suck ass eventhough it was his choice). Bought some JD and got on the tube (HUGE fucking subway system with 245 stations all over london) went to this show at the corn rocket, where I met some crazy ass polish punks and skins that spoke broken english. Also met this really hot rockabilly chick who use to live in philly 3 years ago, so we chatted it up. So this motley gang decieds to leave and we went to like 3 different bars sometimes getting kicked out where at the second one we went to we got into a fight with all these preppy "blokes" and kicked thier "arses". We stumbled to our final bar about an hour before midnight and got fucking wrecked. I ended up making out with this other cute rockabilly chick and the next thing i know its morning.
So I wake up on a couch somewhere in london, and all the poles are up and already drinking. I have no idea what time it is, so naturally I assume its noon. So we all sat around telling stories and getting drunk. I then remember that i havn't talked to my mom and she has no idea where i am (we don't have cell phones). SO i had to try to find a number to the hotel and i did on my key card. So I called the hotel and she wasn't there so i left a message and headed back. I passed out on the double decker bus and took it to the end of the line (thankfully was a tube station). As soon as i got into the hotel the conciegre? Said "Mr Rogers your mother has been looking for you" in my mind "oh fuck". I went up to the room and she was there and kinda pissed, but I explained to her that the only reason she's pissed is becuase we are together and she has not experience my drunkin wanderings (As I'm sure you all know some of those stories and they are some good ones). I missed Edward Scissorhands (It was a musical we all were going to go see) but everyone said it kinda sucked so I didn't mind. We went out to eat, drank some more, then left and went out to some pubs and met back up with the poles. This time it was a lot tamer, and I made it back to the hotel that night.
The next day (jan 2) we went on a walking tour of london and I went to this other pub where all the bike messengers drink after work. So i hung out with them and talked about biking, and aparently biking in london is fucking crazy (I believe it becuase the streets are fucking small and winding, and the drivers on the road suck). In the past 6 months 6 messengers have been hit by left turning trucks and busses and have been hospitalized (one guy was off his bike for 6 months). So They all left and I bought a bottle of jack and just road the tube and busses for a couple hours just looking. Finally made it back to the hotel and went to sleep.
The day after that (jan 3) Oh fucking shit. My mom and I got up kinda eairly and went to a "Proper English Barber" And i got a shave. That was a fucking crazy experience. One someone else shaving you is kinda un-nerving, and they do all this other stuff like wrap your face in lime soaked hot as hell towels. It took about 30 min and cost 30 pounds (no fucking way I paid for it, my mom did). Afterwardswe went back and took a nap when i woke up my mom was deathly sick and so was one of her other friends, so me and steve (her other friend) went out to dinner and went to go see marry poppins, Rick met us at the theatre, even though he felt like shit. OH MY GOD, one of the most amazing shows i've ever seen. It was so fucking good, ugh I can't even explain it. Afterwards I went to this other show and met some more punks and got shitfaced at a bar. left the bar and made my way towards the tube. But not before stoping at the conner store and buying a bottle of jack (see a pattern yet, american whiskey, american in london?). Got on the tube and saw some of the punks fromt he show. One of them being really drunk thinks its a good idea to take off all his clothes in the tube and walk around. One funniest things i've ever seen are the looks on people's faces. He put his clothes back on and got off with the rest of his friends. I went back to the hotel and went to sleep.
Got up at 9 and took a 7 1/2 hour flight back to baltimore. I might have left some things out but that is pretty much due to alcohol. Ok so I'm off to class and will continue with stories that have happened since.