The day David tried to scalp his public transport card..
Day four in London.
You guys have no idea how long it actually takes me to do these. If only I didn't care so much about curved corners.
David stayed over and, along with Jerry, cooked breakfast while I took 500 years washing my hair. I miss waking up to scrambled eggs and sausages for breakfast, can you guys come and live with me?
First stop was Green Park, which is next to Buckingham Palace. Having come from Australia, where it doesn't rain enough for grass to grow, one of the highlights of the entire holiday was all the greenery I saw. I like Green Park over Hyde Park because there's enough space for me to roll around without someone walking into me.
We took a lot of cliche bench photos before frolicking around in the luscious grass.
Buckingham Palace wasn't really exciting at all, but we took more cliche photos and climbed all over Queen Victoria's Memorial fountain, because we are really respectful like that.
This is also the moment that David became obsessed with pigeons. Bonus points for every photo that has a pigeon in it!
We considered going into The Queen's Gallery, but it was expensive and looked boring. Instead we looked through the gift shop where I scoffed at all the Kate and William memorabilia and tried on a 40 quid cashmere beret.
At this point, the day went downhill due to sleep-deprivation and hunger. David and I became horrible, bitching old ladies. It was an effort to look happy in photos. Also, I wish my entire red-phonebox-cliche-photo-taking experience hadn't been tainted by all the sex ads inside the phonebox.
THEN THE DAY GOT WORSE.
David and I tried to take a "shortcut" to The National History Museum through Hyde Park, but we neglected to consider the size of Hyde Park. We got lost.
We found a large colony of dirty hipsters.
We encountered numerous people trying to sell us Killers tickets, which made me wonder if maybe Hyde Park was the place to go if you wanted to scalp tickets. We later found out that The Killers were headlining a big concert in Hyde Park, which would explain all the hipsters. I later found out that Darren Criss was at that concert. GOD DAMN.
After walking for an hour and laughing hysterically at the hopelessness of the situation, that being lost in a park and unable to locate any maps, a nice gentleman pointed us in the right direction and let slip that we were only halfway through Hyde Park. HOW BIG IS THIS PARK?! TOO BIG.
I don't remember much of the National History Museum because my legs fell off from all the walking.
I was later revived by the most amazing roast for dinner. Nghhh, crackling.
David's sister was nice enough to invite me out for dinner, along with some of her friends. Coincidently, all her friends were from Melbourne and had moved to London for work. Two things: 1) Oh hai Australians everywhere, and 2) THIS COULD BE ME.
(There was also chocolate pudding, but I ate it too fast for any photos. Rest assured, it was amazing.)
You guys have no idea how long it actually takes me to do these. If only I didn't care so much about curved corners.
David stayed over and, along with Jerry, cooked breakfast while I took 500 years washing my hair. I miss waking up to scrambled eggs and sausages for breakfast, can you guys come and live with me?
First stop was Green Park, which is next to Buckingham Palace. Having come from Australia, where it doesn't rain enough for grass to grow, one of the highlights of the entire holiday was all the greenery I saw. I like Green Park over Hyde Park because there's enough space for me to roll around without someone walking into me.
We took a lot of cliche bench photos before frolicking around in the luscious grass.
Buckingham Palace wasn't really exciting at all, but we took more cliche photos and climbed all over Queen Victoria's Memorial fountain, because we are really respectful like that.
This is also the moment that David became obsessed with pigeons. Bonus points for every photo that has a pigeon in it!
We considered going into The Queen's Gallery, but it was expensive and looked boring. Instead we looked through the gift shop where I scoffed at all the Kate and William memorabilia and tried on a 40 quid cashmere beret.
At this point, the day went downhill due to sleep-deprivation and hunger. David and I became horrible, bitching old ladies. It was an effort to look happy in photos. Also, I wish my entire red-phonebox-cliche-photo-taking experience hadn't been tainted by all the sex ads inside the phonebox.
THEN THE DAY GOT WORSE.
David and I tried to take a "shortcut" to The National History Museum through Hyde Park, but we neglected to consider the size of Hyde Park. We got lost.
We found a large colony of dirty hipsters.
We encountered numerous people trying to sell us Killers tickets, which made me wonder if maybe Hyde Park was the place to go if you wanted to scalp tickets. We later found out that The Killers were headlining a big concert in Hyde Park, which would explain all the hipsters. I later found out that Darren Criss was at that concert. GOD DAMN.
After walking for an hour and laughing hysterically at the hopelessness of the situation, that being lost in a park and unable to locate any maps, a nice gentleman pointed us in the right direction and let slip that we were only halfway through Hyde Park. HOW BIG IS THIS PARK?! TOO BIG.
I don't remember much of the National History Museum because my legs fell off from all the walking.
I was later revived by the most amazing roast for dinner. Nghhh, crackling.
David's sister was nice enough to invite me out for dinner, along with some of her friends. Coincidently, all her friends were from Melbourne and had moved to London for work. Two things: 1) Oh hai Australians everywhere, and 2) THIS COULD BE ME.
(There was also chocolate pudding, but I ate it too fast for any photos. Rest assured, it was amazing.)