HBoO thought it would be a great idea to stay up all night on Wednesday because we had to catch an early flight to London. I was fine with this because of my history with insomnia, but HBoO passed out sometime after 5 AM. Having forgotten to drink any water the day before, HBoO woke with a hangover of death. Luckily I was able to muster the strength to get our stuff together and get to the airport on time. When we arrived, obtaining tickets and eating a Boots meal deal went off without a hitch, but airport security decided to throw us a curve...
I approached the conveyor belt and handed the guy my jacket, bag and shoes. He told me to walk through the security laser thing, forgetting to tell me to empty my pockets. Lots of beeping happened, then I was patted down and practically stripped and prodded with phallic objects and JESUS CHRIST I WANT TO GO HOME MOMMY!!!!
Then we flew on a plane and landed in Heathrow. Getting to our hotel was easy, coping with the sheer epicosity and opulence was difficult. Just a month ago, I had danced with joy when encountering a bathtub. Now, I was staring at this...
After reaffirming that we could use HBoO's mom's credit card for a few things, we took advantage and had dinner downstairs and ordered a bottle of wine afterwards. It was quite romantic...
The next day, we got up early and went into the city center. Our first stop was Fleet Street, home of the infamous Sweeney Todd. We couldn't help but sing snippets from the musical, most notably belting out, "Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd. He served a DARK and a VENGEFUL god! What happens then well that's the play and he wouldn't want us to give it away..."
Yeah, we're dorks. We even found 186 Fleet Street, the building that Sweeney supposedly lived in...
Our next stop was Trafalgar Square and the National Gallery. We took a look at the impressionist section (HBoO and I love to run away from a paintings then run up close), then spent some time trying and failing to climb all over the monument in the middle of the square. It was good fun...
So, HBoO had an awesome time in England (I think). We saw a huge number of landmarks in three different cities spanning the entirety of England, sipped wine in a four star hotel, ate traditional English food, and flew on a plane together. It was one of the best experiences I've had so far on this trip, and I got to share it with the girl that I love. Life doesn't get much better..:-)
-Matt
If you want to read more about this trip, HBoO is writing a series of vignettes about the experience. You can find them here.
3 comments:
"I literally felt crushed and helpless under the sheer wonder of the bedsheets."
LOL. It's FUNNY cause it's TRUE.
Only you and I would walk for 30 minutes and forgo the London Eye and St. Paul's Cathedral simply to catch a glimpse of what may or may not have been the former residence of The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.
I love you.
Hey dude! This all sounds pretty sweet. I'm looking forward to the 12 hours I'm spending in London this July more than ever haha.
Man, it sounds like a great time. Ah, to be young and in love again!
(Well, actually I'm still in love. It's the young part I'm having difficulty with.)
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