London... again!
Six nights of pure decadence
Okay, it wasn't like that exactly, but...  Another week totally free in London! wo-hoo!

The class ended without incident. Most of my friends were going home on the discount group flight. I, however, got a cheapie room (well, it was about fifty bucks a night... sorta like motel 6 rates... it could be worse) in London near Piccadilly Circus and a bad-ass train pass for southeast England that was good for any three days within a week's span.

I totally had my week planned out. Dover, Salisbury/Stonehenge, Brighton, Canterbury, Cambridge... And my friend told me about this cool deal where students could go to Paris on the chunnel (that's channel tunnel... but I swear that term is also just a fabrication of guide books, 'cause I've NEVER heard anyone refer to it as that. more often, they'd call it the Eurostar or just plain "train") for dirt cheap (once again, I refuse to do the currency conversion, but trust me, it was CHEAP)!

But when it came down to actually implementing my massive tour, everything got so fucked.

Tina needed a place to stay for a night while she was in London, waiting for her flight to Spain where she would start her trek across Europe with her boyfriend. And yes, we slept together on the same bed! Ikes! I hope she knew I was gay. Even if she didn't, I think I was freaked out by the whole thing more than she was! =)

I decided I didn't want to wait until Brighton to go crazy with gay culture (supposedly, Brighton has historically and is currently a city with a roaring decadent nightlife... but I still think those guidebooks lie!). So, I went to a coming out group in London and met some crazy cats that took me out to a couple of clubs until four in the morning!

And I still wanted to do some sightseeing...

So I ended up getting about ten hours total sleeping time for that whole week as I partied hard during the night and tried to sleep on the train to various tourist traps outside London during the day.

Oh, and I decided to do that Paris thing too... But I was so short on time that I only spent a day there. Got there in the morning, left in the evening...

But I was good to myself. I checked out of that cheapie room and shacked up at a really nice bed and breakfast near Marble Arch. And I had my own private bathroom! too bad private bath just means private bath. I still had to go downstairs to use the can.

My body was a little disgruntled on the thirteen hour trip back to LA... groggy, dehydrated from too much booze, and aching from all the walking and dancing...

But it was worth it...

I just still wonder what Pimm's is made of. I bought a bottle for Greg at the airport's duty free shop.

And what does one call lemonade-lemonade in England...?

Hm... the mind wobbles... (obscure pop tv reference... nevermind).