London Pt. 1
I had the opprutunity to go to London on my senior class trip last year, and man... was it fun.
I went to a small private school where this sort of trip is possible. Well, lets see...where to start.
Ok, I'll cut to the chase. We got on to plane and flew 10 hours or so to london, got into our hotel rooms and chilled the rest of the day. Ok, luck, luck is the key word for this whole trip! Serious luck!
First off, our hotel room. I ended up with chris, matt, and a guy from georgia that was apart of our "tour group." Our room had 2 double windows about 8 feet tall that both went onto a small balcony. Our room was open and comfortably fit 3 beds. At first, we didnt think anything of it until we went and saw the other rooms. Small, cramped, in the basement or first floor, and some of them didnt even have windows. Our roommate was cool, and we were a whole floor from any teachers. Oh and the layout of the hotel was like a maze, there were at least three ways to get to any given room. Making it easy to lie to teachers about leaving your room for say...a drink or to use the payphone after hours.
The second night there, after we returned from a boring schedule of sightseeing, we were starting to get bored when matt, from his bag, pulls out a big bag of weed. About a pound. Yes, he smuggled a pound of weed over international borders on a christian school trip. Needless to say, we were more than happy to start "destroying" the encriminating evdience. So around two AM we stumble out the front door of our hotel in search of food. Almost everyplace we come across is closed. We did however manage to stumble across a pizza place that was still open. So we seat ourselves and the place looks pretty nice. More like a fancy restaruant than a pizza place. When the waiter comes, he takes our drink orders and matt, jokingly says: "I'll take a scotch on the rocks...kiddin, iced tea." About a min later, here comes the waiter with 2 coes and a glass of scotch. Our eyes widened, and we all thought the same thing: "HOLY SHIT! FUCKIN SWEET!"
I had completely forgotten that the drinking age was 18 in london.
Every night of our time in london was spent getting stoned and getting our pizza and liquor.
*Stay tuned for part 2 of the london trip*
I went to a small private school where this sort of trip is possible. Well, lets see...where to start.
Ok, I'll cut to the chase. We got on to plane and flew 10 hours or so to london, got into our hotel rooms and chilled the rest of the day. Ok, luck, luck is the key word for this whole trip! Serious luck!
First off, our hotel room. I ended up with chris, matt, and a guy from georgia that was apart of our "tour group." Our room had 2 double windows about 8 feet tall that both went onto a small balcony. Our room was open and comfortably fit 3 beds. At first, we didnt think anything of it until we went and saw the other rooms. Small, cramped, in the basement or first floor, and some of them didnt even have windows. Our roommate was cool, and we were a whole floor from any teachers. Oh and the layout of the hotel was like a maze, there were at least three ways to get to any given room. Making it easy to lie to teachers about leaving your room for say...a drink or to use the payphone after hours.
The second night there, after we returned from a boring schedule of sightseeing, we were starting to get bored when matt, from his bag, pulls out a big bag of weed. About a pound. Yes, he smuggled a pound of weed over international borders on a christian school trip. Needless to say, we were more than happy to start "destroying" the encriminating evdience. So around two AM we stumble out the front door of our hotel in search of food. Almost everyplace we come across is closed. We did however manage to stumble across a pizza place that was still open. So we seat ourselves and the place looks pretty nice. More like a fancy restaruant than a pizza place. When the waiter comes, he takes our drink orders and matt, jokingly says: "I'll take a scotch on the rocks...kiddin, iced tea." About a min later, here comes the waiter with 2 coes and a glass of scotch. Our eyes widened, and we all thought the same thing: "HOLY SHIT! FUCKIN SWEET!"
I had completely forgotten that the drinking age was 18 in london.
Every night of our time in london was spent getting stoned and getting our pizza and liquor.
*Stay tuned for part 2 of the london trip*