Today, my BFF and I...
- Went to the London Aquarium, saw a shark feeding featuring the laziest sharks ever, imitated the grumpy looking terrapins and explored a floor we couldn't find on the maps by using the staff entrances.
- Went on the London Death Trap horror tour thing. Basically, there were a lot of almost pitch black tunnels (I ran into about 5 walls min.), six people, a guide, and a lot of zombies intent on dragging you away from the group and 'infecting' you. We went in with tightly linked arms and came out clinging to each other like octopuses/octopi, stuck back-to-front with me in front as the meat shield. We both sweat buckets and screamed bloody murder. My throat is still hoarse and scratchy. We plan on going back with a bigger group of friends.
Oh and the zombies clearly had it in for BFF and me. BFF lost a shoe to a zombie (we got it back) and I was almost dragged off (I panicked and used my surprising upper body strength to push him back into his hidey-hole). This was because I accidentally shouldered one of the zombies by the Box Office when we were getting our tickets and we were immediately the prime targets when they locked us in (it wasn't my fault, she snuck up on me!).
- Compiled a list of people we are allowed to kill with elaborate reasons and methods and a signed agreement that the other BFF would provide an alibi. We're calling it our black book.
Oh, and someone fixed the new Wonder Woman costume.
And now I'm going to bed because I am fucking exhausted.
- Went on the London Death Trap horror tour thing. Basically, there were a lot of almost pitch black tunnels (I ran into about 5 walls min.), six people, a guide, and a lot of zombies intent on dragging you away from the group and 'infecting' you. We went in with tightly linked arms and came out clinging to each other like octopuses/octopi, stuck back-to-front with me in front as the meat shield. We both sweat buckets and screamed bloody murder. My throat is still hoarse and scratchy. We plan on going back with a bigger group of friends.
Oh and the zombies clearly had it in for BFF and me. BFF lost a shoe to a zombie (we got it back) and I was almost dragged off (I panicked and used my surprising upper body strength to push him back into his hidey-hole). This was because I accidentally shouldered one of the zombies by the Box Office when we were getting our tickets and we were immediately the prime targets when they locked us in (it wasn't my fault, she snuck up on me!).
- Compiled a list of people we are allowed to kill with elaborate reasons and methods and a signed agreement that the other BFF would provide an alibi. We're calling it our black book.
Oh, and someone fixed the new Wonder Woman costume.
And now I'm going to bed because I am fucking exhausted.