Welcome to Paris! Our morning was an early one as we headed out to St. Pancras International Station to board the Eurostar Train to Paris. I was quite nervous with the idea of having to cross the English Channel. But the ride seem effortless. It was really nice. We arrived at Paris du Nord train station where we would take the metro to our hotel in the Latin Quarter. The name of the Hotel was Claude St. Bernard. It's the same one my mother, Becky, and I stayed at four months ago. They had done some renovations and we got to stay in one of their new corner rooms with two windows looking out Rue Des Ecoles. It was marvelous.
After settling down we made our way to Place St. Michel where we did some souvenir shopping and clothes. Cyn bout another pair of boots. We then proceeded to have a late lunch at the restaurant, Santorini, where our Greek waiter immediately figured out we were from Spanish decent countries. It was quite strange to be having a late lunch as usually restaurants don't open up for dinner until seven. I really wanted to take Cyn to mine and Becky's favorite restaurant, La Cochonaile, so we can have our escargots. That will have to be another time.
After we stuffed ourselves we went back to our room and received a call from Lupe, our old high school buddy, to meet for dinner. It was really nice to see her again. We shared a bottle of wine at the Hippopatamus Restaurant in Bercy Village. We caught up on our lives, talked about Lupe's engagement and I watched Lupe and Cyn go off on their "Lost" theories like a Ping Pong match. I was lost as I hadn't watched the show. We then walked Lupe to the train station and said our goodbyes.
Cyn and I walked back to Place St. Michel, where I, claiming to know the area well, got us lost, but nonetheless made it back to our hotel. It was already 10:30pm. We got ready and made our way to the Caveau De la Huchette were we would see the Drew Davies Combo play. They're a great R'n B Blues Band. They were awesome! My friend Thibaut was playing bass. I love that bass. It was a great night. We drank Heineken, laughed, and danced with our new friend Andre, where Cyn had said he looked like a homeless man from downtown Los Angeles.Cyn and I had finished up our drinking money, so we tried to hustle the bartender to selling us half a beer for half the price. Rejected! So we went back downstairs to where the band played. When the band took their break, T.Bo approached our table and had asked me when he had gotten in and said it was a nice surprise to see me there. I did let Drew know that I was hitting up one of his Caveau shows online) He was really sweet. He bought Cynthia and I both beers. Good times. We called it a night and got back to our hotel about two in the morning. I felt sad I didn't call back that nice man from the metro that asked me out on a date. Cyn called him cocked-eyed. Tomorrow, I go meet with my cousin Francis.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
A little Bit Too Late To Get In
The morning was a day entertained by Jeremy Kyle on Irish TV. It's like the Maury Popovich show. The trash of the trash kind of folks being hooked up on lie detectors and DNA testing for cheating and what not. Big folks with missing teeth. Unlike Maury, Jeremy gets in their faces and he'll tell them just how bad they are. After bad TV, we make our way to the longest most crucial day.
We make our way through the Tower of London and grasped its history. I was most interested in the torture and incarceration of the nobles. Must be my sick and sometimes morbid curiosity. After all that, we walked towards the Tower Bridge Exhibit and walked up nearly hundreds of stairs just to get to the top. We saw videos on how the bridge was designed, built, and where the parts were brought from. Then there was a recognition of famous bridges around the world. Our Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco made the list. Yay!
So on our way down down the steps, I did it again. I had to use the toilet and walked into the nearest W.C. without checking it. It was the men's restroom. Dang. Anyways, we found the right one and while I was in there, Cyn had met a new friend named Boston. well, he told us his name, but we forgot so we nicknamed him after his hometown. After going through the none exciting engine room, We walked towards the H.M. Belfast. A ship that was used during WWII. We finished our trip quickly due to the beginning of our exhaustion and the long tours of children.
We made our way along the Thames River towards the London Bridge Experience and Tombs. It's an attraction tour of London's 2000 years of gruesome history along with a maze of strobe lights and zombies. Cheesy but fun! I think I screamed more here than at Knott's Scary Farm.
After surviving on breakfast and ice scream and candy, our appetite took us to the Old Thameside Inn, where I indulged in their acclaimed fish and chips and cider. They still don't compare to the ones I enjoy greatly at Ruby's Diner. Anyhow, we walked through the Southwark boroughs, saw the Church and an original wall from Winchester Palace. We found the Shakespeare Globe Theatre but couldn't get in because they had already closed. Oh how my senior English teacher, Mrs. Grable, would have been proud! It was through her that I developed a love towards Oscar Wilde.
We continued our walk through Southwark Bridge and directly towards St. Paul's Cathedral. One of the most beautiful churches my eyes have encountered, next to Sacre Coure in Paris. And how majestic! Due to our timing, we weren't able to go in. But we will definitely try to make it back again on Saturday. Our end of the itinerary ended for that day and we hopped on the Tub back to our room where we took a nap. Our calves and feet were hurting us.
ended our night with Dinner at Chop Chop Chinese Restaurant (named changed to Chin Chin by Cyn). were the presentation to the eye and the taste to our palate was very unsatisfactory. Back to our room with a Grolsch Beer and Watching of Shameless, was how we ended our night. Tomorrow, Au revoir Londres. Salut Paris!
We make our way through the Tower of London and grasped its history. I was most interested in the torture and incarceration of the nobles. Must be my sick and sometimes morbid curiosity. After all that, we walked towards the Tower Bridge Exhibit and walked up nearly hundreds of stairs just to get to the top. We saw videos on how the bridge was designed, built, and where the parts were brought from. Then there was a recognition of famous bridges around the world. Our Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco made the list. Yay!
So on our way down down the steps, I did it again. I had to use the toilet and walked into the nearest W.C. without checking it. It was the men's restroom. Dang. Anyways, we found the right one and while I was in there, Cyn had met a new friend named Boston. well, he told us his name, but we forgot so we nicknamed him after his hometown. After going through the none exciting engine room, We walked towards the H.M. Belfast. A ship that was used during WWII. We finished our trip quickly due to the beginning of our exhaustion and the long tours of children.
We made our way along the Thames River towards the London Bridge Experience and Tombs. It's an attraction tour of London's 2000 years of gruesome history along with a maze of strobe lights and zombies. Cheesy but fun! I think I screamed more here than at Knott's Scary Farm.
After surviving on breakfast and ice scream and candy, our appetite took us to the Old Thameside Inn, where I indulged in their acclaimed fish and chips and cider. They still don't compare to the ones I enjoy greatly at Ruby's Diner. Anyhow, we walked through the Southwark boroughs, saw the Church and an original wall from Winchester Palace. We found the Shakespeare Globe Theatre but couldn't get in because they had already closed. Oh how my senior English teacher, Mrs. Grable, would have been proud! It was through her that I developed a love towards Oscar Wilde.
We continued our walk through Southwark Bridge and directly towards St. Paul's Cathedral. One of the most beautiful churches my eyes have encountered, next to Sacre Coure in Paris. And how majestic! Due to our timing, we weren't able to go in. But we will definitely try to make it back again on Saturday. Our end of the itinerary ended for that day and we hopped on the Tub back to our room where we took a nap. Our calves and feet were hurting us.
ended our night with Dinner at Chop Chop Chinese Restaurant (named changed to Chin Chin by Cyn). were the presentation to the eye and the taste to our palate was very unsatisfactory. Back to our room with a Grolsch Beer and Watching of Shameless, was how we ended our night. Tomorrow, Au revoir Londres. Salut Paris!
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
British Airways Strikes
Morning was a little earlier than before. After reading about the British Airways strikes, I was compelled to check my email to see the status of our flight back home. CANCELLED. So I go online to check the next available flight. Tuesday, March 23, 2010. I let Cyn know and we almost lost it. She cant leave that late because of work issues. So I told her I'll make the call and see what our other options were. the nearest phone was across the street in the trian station. I almost got hit by a double decker bus because I wasn't paying attention. So much was running through my mind.
I made call after call only to not get through. I dialed my from my cell phone number after getting back to the room and I'm told the lines are flooded. So I tell her I can't do this and that I was hoping in the shower to calm down. It was there that it dawned on me to go the airport.
So we get downn there and thanks to the super beings abovve, we were put on an American Airlines flights on our original departure date of march 21st. Alleluyah!
Most of the day was spent as a free day. We ate at an Indian restaurant by the train station. We then dropped off our airline tickets in our room and set our way do to some shopping at Camden Markets. Cyn got asked out on a date and got a deal on some bags. And we were surprised to find a Mexican Restaurant. We were allured by the sounds of Juanes in the background. Being the spectic that I am, I decided against it.
We became exhausted after the events of the day so we walked into our favorite pub, Elephant's Head. We saw a Hugh Laurie look-a-like and while I was the one smiling at him and trying to rell him towards our direction, Cyn savagely took advantage and allowed him to touch her hand. Bestia!
I made call after call only to not get through. I dialed my from my cell phone number after getting back to the room and I'm told the lines are flooded. So I tell her I can't do this and that I was hoping in the shower to calm down. It was there that it dawned on me to go the airport.
So we get downn there and thanks to the super beings abovve, we were put on an American Airlines flights on our original departure date of march 21st. Alleluyah!
Most of the day was spent as a free day. We ate at an Indian restaurant by the train station. We then dropped off our airline tickets in our room and set our way do to some shopping at Camden Markets. Cyn got asked out on a date and got a deal on some bags. And we were surprised to find a Mexican Restaurant. We were allured by the sounds of Juanes in the background. Being the spectic that I am, I decided against it.
We became exhausted after the events of the day so we walked into our favorite pub, Elephant's Head. We saw a Hugh Laurie look-a-like and while I was the one smiling at him and trying to rell him towards our direction, Cyn savagely took advantage and allowed him to touch her hand. Bestia!
Monday, March 15, 2010
Kensignton Gardens and Memorial Fountains
Today was a slow day. We were up at 5:00am and pondered our next meal until 6:30am. We said to ourselves, "we'll sleep a little more and be the first ones there." If it wasn't for our alarm going off at 8:15am, we would have missed it. After stuffing ourselves with poached eggs, bacon, beans, and toast, we felt the "-itis" approaching, so we went back to our room, and fell asleep until 11:00am.
After getting ready, we set off to South Kensington towards Kesington Palace. The palace was closed to the public, so we took a stroll down Kesington Gardens, saw the Albert Memorial and made our way towards the Princess Diana of Wales Memorial Fountain in Hyde Park. I was quite dissapointed with the fountain. Or maybe I didn't understand. I was expecting something a little more elegant, majestic. I don't know. Heck, the statue of the Pelican was the first thing I saw while looking for it.
After we were done, we visited the Royal Albert Hall, but missed the last tour. We walked Exhibition Street. We sent inside the National Historic Museum. They really outdid themselves in the architectural of the building and the design. They even had the dodo bird there. After going through several levels, we left and went next door to the Victoria & Albert Museum and saw the Renaissance and China art and sculpture exhibits. We didn't finish seeing the remaining exhibits because were allowed entrance into the museum, twenty minutes before closing.
We decided to call it a night and went back to our hotel. We stayed up watching Irish TV One and became hooked on the Irish Soap, "Coronation Street" Will Mollly keep her married lover's baby? We will never know.
After getting ready, we set off to South Kensington towards Kesington Palace. The palace was closed to the public, so we took a stroll down Kesington Gardens, saw the Albert Memorial and made our way towards the Princess Diana of Wales Memorial Fountain in Hyde Park. I was quite dissapointed with the fountain. Or maybe I didn't understand. I was expecting something a little more elegant, majestic. I don't know. Heck, the statue of the Pelican was the first thing I saw while looking for it.
After we were done, we visited the Royal Albert Hall, but missed the last tour. We walked Exhibition Street. We sent inside the National Historic Museum. They really outdid themselves in the architectural of the building and the design. They even had the dodo bird there. After going through several levels, we left and went next door to the Victoria & Albert Museum and saw the Renaissance and China art and sculpture exhibits. We didn't finish seeing the remaining exhibits because were allowed entrance into the museum, twenty minutes before closing.
We decided to call it a night and went back to our hotel. We stayed up watching Irish TV One and became hooked on the Irish Soap, "Coronation Street" Will Mollly keep her married lover's baby? We will never know.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Royal London and drinks at O'Rattys
This day starts the official day of our itinerary, somewhat. We hopped on the Tube and exited the Victoria Station. We started walking down Buckingham Palace Road towards the Royal Mews where the Queen's horses are stored. Being that it was Sunday, the stables were closed. So we continued our walk towards Buckingham Palace. The Palace is closed during the year except for the summer. So we only got to see from afar. We took several pictures around the area and then started walking down St. James Park. It was here we bought ice cream cones and Cyn started taking pictures of the landscape to show her workers how the work should be done.
We visited the Calvary Museum. While walking down Whitewall Street, we noticed what seemed like a demonstration. As this demonstration started approaching us closer, we noticed the marching band and a whole bunch of people wearing green, white and, orange. It was a St. Patrick's Day parade! So we stayed a while for that. Afterwards we headed out to Winston Churchill's War Cabinet Museum. It was amazing to be in the same underground war operations room as he and his top commanders. We heard his voice as he transmitted his commands and messages to the public. That was an experience.
Our stomachs were rumbling for food, so we headed back to Whitewall Street and had a sandwich at the Churchill Cafe. As expected, the food did not meet our expectations (well, except for the fries). But we couldn't help notice that our waiter was definitely Mexican. It was strange to see our people in a country that has been predominately White for many years.
We made our way to the National Gallery but found it difficult to get there because of the Musical Concert Series for the St. Patty's Celebration. We saw a man drunk beyond recognition getting arrested by the police on the street. A group of men in their kilts and bagpipes also made their presense. We took pictures with them and the first things out of our months were "Ya used me Skinner" with Groundskepper Willy voice.
We finally made it to the gallery where we saw some Degas, Cezannes, Van Gohgs, and Rembrandts. We were in search for the Michelangelo's and Raphael's art collection but that became a mission impossible. Cyn and I had hopped on an elevator to get to zero ground. The doors closed and when they opened, we noticed we were looking at the same people. To this date, we can't recall if the elevator actually moved. So we darted out of the gallery not to face any embarrassment and made our way to the National Portrait gallery. We made a comment about how many of the men from the 1700-1800 had the same wiggist.
We then laughed because we started thinking of our guys friends with wigs and tights. We walked South on Charing Cross St and encountered the Sherlock Holmes Bar. We kept walking and crossed the Golden Jubilee Bridge. It was so beautiful to cross the Thames River and see the London Eye, Big Ben Tower, Westminster Abbey, House of Parliament, all in one setting. We waited in line to get on top of the London Eye. the view of the city was amazing. After the ride we decided to get on the City Cruise across the river, but they were closed. We were trying to decided whether to go back to Camden Town and drink, or call it a night. We decided to play it by ear.
We found a Chinese restaurant by our hotel and ate.I had the Sweet & Sour chicken noodles. I've had better. As we were almost done, a man comes up to us and inquired about our "accent". Cyn responded the States. He then asked if we would join him for a drink at a near by Irish Pub called O'Reillys. We had a great time. He kept on buying us drink after drink after drink. His name was Noel and he was from Ireland. After two drinks there, we ran out after seeing a mouse carrying a piece of bread bigger than it. Noel had a fear for mice. We then walked over to another pub called Fullers and had a great time there. In fact, we were having too much fun that one of the barmaids had asked Noel if he would please quiet down his party. He then gave us his number and asked him to call him tomorrow. We called it a night after a very hard crawl up three flights of stairs back to our bedroom.
We visited the Calvary Museum. While walking down Whitewall Street, we noticed what seemed like a demonstration. As this demonstration started approaching us closer, we noticed the marching band and a whole bunch of people wearing green, white and, orange. It was a St. Patrick's Day parade! So we stayed a while for that. Afterwards we headed out to Winston Churchill's War Cabinet Museum. It was amazing to be in the same underground war operations room as he and his top commanders. We heard his voice as he transmitted his commands and messages to the public. That was an experience.
Our stomachs were rumbling for food, so we headed back to Whitewall Street and had a sandwich at the Churchill Cafe. As expected, the food did not meet our expectations (well, except for the fries). But we couldn't help notice that our waiter was definitely Mexican. It was strange to see our people in a country that has been predominately White for many years.
We made our way to the National Gallery but found it difficult to get there because of the Musical Concert Series for the St. Patty's Celebration. We saw a man drunk beyond recognition getting arrested by the police on the street. A group of men in their kilts and bagpipes also made their presense. We took pictures with them and the first things out of our months were "Ya used me Skinner" with Groundskepper Willy voice.
We finally made it to the gallery where we saw some Degas, Cezannes, Van Gohgs, and Rembrandts. We were in search for the Michelangelo's and Raphael's art collection but that became a mission impossible. Cyn and I had hopped on an elevator to get to zero ground. The doors closed and when they opened, we noticed we were looking at the same people. To this date, we can't recall if the elevator actually moved. So we darted out of the gallery not to face any embarrassment and made our way to the National Portrait gallery. We made a comment about how many of the men from the 1700-1800 had the same wiggist.
We then laughed because we started thinking of our guys friends with wigs and tights. We walked South on Charing Cross St and encountered the Sherlock Holmes Bar. We kept walking and crossed the Golden Jubilee Bridge. It was so beautiful to cross the Thames River and see the London Eye, Big Ben Tower, Westminster Abbey, House of Parliament, all in one setting. We waited in line to get on top of the London Eye. the view of the city was amazing. After the ride we decided to get on the City Cruise across the river, but they were closed. We were trying to decided whether to go back to Camden Town and drink, or call it a night. We decided to play it by ear.
We found a Chinese restaurant by our hotel and ate.I had the Sweet & Sour chicken noodles. I've had better. As we were almost done, a man comes up to us and inquired about our "accent". Cyn responded the States. He then asked if we would join him for a drink at a near by Irish Pub called O'Reillys. We had a great time. He kept on buying us drink after drink after drink. His name was Noel and he was from Ireland. After two drinks there, we ran out after seeing a mouse carrying a piece of bread bigger than it. Noel had a fear for mice. We then walked over to another pub called Fullers and had a great time there. In fact, we were having too much fun that one of the barmaids had asked Noel if he would please quiet down his party. He then gave us his number and asked him to call him tomorrow. We called it a night after a very hard crawl up three flights of stairs back to our bedroom.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
That's For Later In the Night
We finally arrived to our destination. Heathrow airport is very modern. The flight was great. Drinking that small bottle of wine helped me sleep well. By the time I woke up, we were only an hour away from London. Going through immigration and customs was easy, being that there's hardly anyone at the airport. We tried getting an airport shuttle service to our hotel. The lady at the counter said they don't go out to our hotel. What the? So we go and ask the lady in the public transportation center and we decided to take the Underground Tube. It's an hour ride to our hotel, but the cheapest. So now we sit at the Giraffe Juice and Coffee Bar eating a sausage pannini and drinking Arizona Iced Tea. Cyn was tempted into buying a Corona beer. But her stomach refused.
After an hour long journey on the Tube we arrived to our hotel, which was called "Hotel California." We check in and are given a room on the 3rd floor. Lucky for us, there is no lift (elevator) so we make two special trips to bring in our luggage.
The room was as small as the tiniest bedroom in my house with two twin beds. I almost had a panic attack that we had no towels but they were rolled up neatly in our beds. the television is a small 'bush' TV and only about 6 of the 99 channels work. This totally felt like a National Lampoon's European Vacation. All I was expecting was for the bed to cave in. But luckily enough, they were pretty sturdy. Haha. I texted my friend, Bass Master G, and told him we were now on his side of the pond and he asked for my hotel phone number. I realized there was no phone in our room and if we had a call, they would not call to you let you know. Darn. So I told him I would have to call him. We start freshening up. We have to beat the Jetlag and resist the temptation of falling asleep. So we do just that.
Now that we are awake, we start to make our way up the street and then turn left on Euston. We are totally off from the hard worked on itinerary and instead decide to get lost somewhere. We hop on a double Decker bus, sit on the 2nd floor and see where it takes us. We finally get off Oxford st and start walking. We're in SOHO. The streets reminded me of Los Angeles with all their U.S. Based clothing stores. Example, H & M, American Apparel, etc. Heck, even Cyn bought a coffee at Starbucks of all places! Anyways I get on a payphone and call my friend "G" (at this point I'm driving Cynthia nuts about me talking about him so much.) We tried making plans on going over to his house and meeting the family. He said he lived 30km from where we were staying at. I recommended Saturday as that was our free day. or maybe some day during the week. He's so nice to be offering us dinner with his family at his home. No wonder I admire him. OK enough. Cyn might read this entry, roll her eyes and sigh.
Anyways he recommends we hit up Camden Town as that's the place where it's happening. So we do. We hop on the Tube. As we start walking down Camen High Street, we stop at this place called "The Diner" which serves California food. It was very blah. We go to Elephant Head as it was recommended to us. That place was neat-o! There's rockabilly music playing on the jukebox. Even Big Sandy's "Yama Yama Pretty Mama" makes its presence. I start singing cause the Stronbohm Cider is feeling good in my system but Cyn shuts me down and tells me I'm not singing in American Idol. LOL! Oh yeah, quite the interesting crowd. First there's Butt-crack kid. Some punk kid with his pants riding low you can literally see his butt crack. And it's not by choice you see it. Then Fabio with his "Barbie out of a box" perfect golden hair and The Willie Nelson look-a-like with the leather pants. Oh how can I forget the man all over Cyn's face when I mentioned Goldschlager shots. In her face he said, "That's for later in the night" LOL! Oh how you had to be there. We crawled back to our hotel at 10:00pm. Yeah I know that's early, but heck. We were on a plane for ten hours!
After an hour long journey on the Tube we arrived to our hotel, which was called "Hotel California." We check in and are given a room on the 3rd floor. Lucky for us, there is no lift (elevator) so we make two special trips to bring in our luggage.
The room was as small as the tiniest bedroom in my house with two twin beds. I almost had a panic attack that we had no towels but they were rolled up neatly in our beds. the television is a small 'bush' TV and only about 6 of the 99 channels work. This totally felt like a National Lampoon's European Vacation. All I was expecting was for the bed to cave in. But luckily enough, they were pretty sturdy. Haha. I texted my friend, Bass Master G, and told him we were now on his side of the pond and he asked for my hotel phone number. I realized there was no phone in our room and if we had a call, they would not call to you let you know. Darn. So I told him I would have to call him. We start freshening up. We have to beat the Jetlag and resist the temptation of falling asleep. So we do just that.
Now that we are awake, we start to make our way up the street and then turn left on Euston. We are totally off from the hard worked on itinerary and instead decide to get lost somewhere. We hop on a double Decker bus, sit on the 2nd floor and see where it takes us. We finally get off Oxford st and start walking. We're in SOHO. The streets reminded me of Los Angeles with all their U.S. Based clothing stores. Example, H & M, American Apparel, etc. Heck, even Cyn bought a coffee at Starbucks of all places! Anyways I get on a payphone and call my friend "G" (at this point I'm driving Cynthia nuts about me talking about him so much.) We tried making plans on going over to his house and meeting the family. He said he lived 30km from where we were staying at. I recommended Saturday as that was our free day. or maybe some day during the week. He's so nice to be offering us dinner with his family at his home. No wonder I admire him. OK enough. Cyn might read this entry, roll her eyes and sigh.
Anyways he recommends we hit up Camden Town as that's the place where it's happening. So we do. We hop on the Tube. As we start walking down Camen High Street, we stop at this place called "The Diner" which serves California food. It was very blah. We go to Elephant Head as it was recommended to us. That place was neat-o! There's rockabilly music playing on the jukebox. Even Big Sandy's "Yama Yama Pretty Mama" makes its presence. I start singing cause the Stronbohm Cider is feeling good in my system but Cyn shuts me down and tells me I'm not singing in American Idol. LOL! Oh yeah, quite the interesting crowd. First there's Butt-crack kid. Some punk kid with his pants riding low you can literally see his butt crack. And it's not by choice you see it. Then Fabio with his "Barbie out of a box" perfect golden hair and The Willie Nelson look-a-like with the leather pants. Oh how can I forget the man all over Cyn's face when I mentioned Goldschlager shots. In her face he said, "That's for later in the night" LOL! Oh how you had to be there. We crawled back to our hotel at 10:00pm. Yeah I know that's early, but heck. We were on a plane for ten hours!
Friday, March 12, 2010
Airport Adventures...
The day started out like any other day. However, instead of going to work, we were heading out to the airport. Cyn and I would begin our journey to London. The traffic flow was smooth. We arrived to the airport and it was kind of eerie because there were hardly any passengers in the airport. Very unusual for a Friday. I had heard in the news that American Airlines was having a strike. Could that have anything to do with it? We approached the check-in clerk and as he's printing our boarding passes he hands me a paper. The paper states that if we were flying from Heathrow, that our flight might be affected because British Airways was also having a strike. What the heck? Something to worry about when I get into town. Argh. It's OK, I got a temporary comfort by looking at the handsome french man. I wonder if he will be in our plane? I also wonder if the gal with him is his significant other or his relative? I hope it's the latter.
So we go upstairs to the food court and get some food. I tell Cyn that I'm craving chicken nuggets from MacDonald's and she said "Me too." So I ordered my food and she goes to the counter and orders a flippin' parfait. Thank you my sweet, sweet friend of mine. Thank you for allowing me to indulge in unnecessary fatness. Oh yeah, thank you for dropping my pillow. I look forward to drooling on it while I inhale the vapors of gasoline and asphalt. that will really put me to sleep. I love you. As I'm writing this, I give Cyn "the look." It's alright yo. I ain't mad at ya!
Cyn's reposne:
Ha Ha Ha! it wasn't done intentionally! The whole week has been extremely crazy for me! I'm so happy the day is finally here!! I get pretty testy when I'm under pressure and this morning was definitely stressful. I decided to give my bank a courtesy call to let them know that I'd be traveling. I come to find out my ATM was blocked due to some fraudulent activity. Bastards! I rushed to the bank to get a temporary ATM card. of course Fabs made a comment about how great her bank is and how this would never ever happen to her. LOL Suck it! Haha. It's been a typical trip to the airport for the exceptions of the 'screening.' Apparently they thought myt ravel size blow dryer was a weapon of mass destruction!! Wow! Fabi's in front of me eating ritz crackers. I'm getting hungry. Damn it! Why did I order a parfait? LOL!
So we go upstairs to the food court and get some food. I tell Cyn that I'm craving chicken nuggets from MacDonald's and she said "Me too." So I ordered my food and she goes to the counter and orders a flippin' parfait. Thank you my sweet, sweet friend of mine. Thank you for allowing me to indulge in unnecessary fatness. Oh yeah, thank you for dropping my pillow. I look forward to drooling on it while I inhale the vapors of gasoline and asphalt. that will really put me to sleep. I love you. As I'm writing this, I give Cyn "the look." It's alright yo. I ain't mad at ya!
Cyn's reposne:
Ha Ha Ha! it wasn't done intentionally! The whole week has been extremely crazy for me! I'm so happy the day is finally here!! I get pretty testy when I'm under pressure and this morning was definitely stressful. I decided to give my bank a courtesy call to let them know that I'd be traveling. I come to find out my ATM was blocked due to some fraudulent activity. Bastards! I rushed to the bank to get a temporary ATM card. of course Fabs made a comment about how great her bank is and how this would never ever happen to her. LOL Suck it! Haha. It's been a typical trip to the airport for the exceptions of the 'screening.' Apparently they thought myt ravel size blow dryer was a weapon of mass destruction!! Wow! Fabi's in front of me eating ritz crackers. I'm getting hungry. Damn it! Why did I order a parfait? LOL!
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