Today was a day for goals. #1 was to have fish & chips. #2 was to get up off our asses and do something other than get lost on the tube system. Mission successful on both counts.
There is an absolutely amazing fish & chips stand around the corner from our house. We asked the man for an order of both. I kept screwing up and calling them fries. Much to his annoyance / not understanding. Once we got them back to our house to eat, we discovered the approx. 4lbs of grease inside and that they were amazingly delish!
We decided tonight to wander around Leicester square for a while & saw a little bit of china town as well. Thank heavens for international franchises, because we were able to skeep a little Starbucks in tonight. (My very much missed grande toffee nut soy latte EXTRA HOT. Ahhh Thank god.)
On the way home we got to ride one of London’s many attractions. The escalators down to the lines. They are quite possibly the most terrifyingly steep things you’ve ever seen. They give you that sensation in the pit of your stomach where you imagine the WORST THING ever happening (AKA plummeting face first down the entire thing to your death.) I basically have to look straight down at my feet an focus on the ground until we’re at the bottom. Which probably makes me an effective Londoner. Since all of them do that anyway (look down at the ground depressingly. Remember, we’ve been through this.)
Also, Jordin and I have come to another Londonesque conclusion. That some people do the WEIRDEST crap here. This is normal in any big city, true, but in London there’s one key difference: people pretend NOT TO NOTICE. This crazy dude that was walking through the tube station this morning was singing in this low rumbling bass voice just hitting random notes and Ooooooing and ahhhhing all to himself. Jordin and I were the ONLY ones who looked over at him and almost burst into peals of laughter. Everyone else continued to stare down, not looking up. EVER. This is what happens no matter WHAT happens. Which I find amusing. I told Jordin our next task is to walk through the tube station with underwear on our heads or something to see what happened. In the US that sh** would be on youtube faster than you could say “tea and crumpets.”
Tomorrow on the agenda we’re going to two classes then Wicked on broadway in Leicester square. Goodnight.
Woke up this morning. So. Tired. I am now wishing a little bit for those times at CC when I literally rolled out of bed EXACTLY as I was and peaced to class. Not happening in London. They already warned us of the perils of going out looking like you just hopped out of bed. *massive sigh *
I didn't exactly have as much to say this installment. Sorry if the entertainment quality was lower. haha. I'm sure after tonight's events there will be plenty.
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