exodus of england

**oh yeah i have picture up!! ---> they are not cooperating with putting them on this word part though :( **


so as you might imagine. i didn't have a very simple way of leaving england. i had to do it brittany style obviously... here is the story.

saturday morning, very hung over, i "finish" packing and head out the door with pete. for some reason i decide that walking to bus stop is much better than taking a cab. pete dragged my 100lb bags across cambridge while i maintained laughing constantly for no reason at all.

we make it to london and have to get to brixton since we are going to drop off my bags at the house of one of mich's affiliates. so to get there we have these very detailed instructions like, jump on the tube, take the bus for 4 stops, walk a bit and the place is next to the prison. yeah a prison. but it is a safe neighborhood. humm... so i try to call the girl that i am staying with but she is deaf, so we have to communicate through text messaging which takes a little bit longer.

we get all the way up the stairs and nicole (the girl's house we are in) is really nice and lets me borrow some keys and we head on out.

we do the touristy thing and see the clock and the wheel and stuff like that. we say buckingham palace. as we are walking through this really nice park, we kind these kids playing on a slide. so i decide to play on it with them. as we walk away from the site, we see a little sign on the back that says please stay off, its a monument from canada. muahahaha..

so we have dinner with suzanne at this really nice place called tas. it was so very cool.

london is a cool place there were all these like plays on the road and stuff like that.

*next day*

so we go to the british museum in the morning and leave for the tube in enough time to make it to the airport. BUT i LOSE MY TICKET FOR THE TUBE!!! and the dumb ticket places are out of order and the line for the agent is SUPER LONG!! so after a frantic mess, we make it on the tube and to the airport.

i go to check in and apparently i miss my check in time by 10 minutes!! what the freak? 10 minutes! i am so mad/pissed/whatever. so i find out that all the next flights are over booked and that i would have a 14 hour layover in chicago! what the hell?

so instead i decided to go to jfk airport, drop off my things in connecticut, then fly out of la guardia. sounded A LOT easier at the airport, just to let you know.

with my dying phone at the very last moment i phone my dad at 4 in the morning hawaii time to try to call my aunty in connecticut to tell her the plan. everyone expected this from me! :)


oh yeah and while i was on my shuttle going to la guardia at like 3 in the morning, the shuttle breaks down! what the heck yeah? i was just sitting there laughing at it all. typical. so typical.

didn't sleep at the prision house (too many sirens) , didn't sleep on the plane, didnt sleep in connecticut (since i was only there for about 3 hours when it all came down to it), didnt sleep in the airport. so basically i was cracked out on coffee going a bit crazy.

i finally make it to nashville. the shuttle that i take drops me off FOREVER away from where i have to go. so i am walking down the road in 90 weather, sweating with a coffee in my hand. but some how managed to get every guy passing by me to say hey. euuwww.

oh yeah i SOME how made it. i don't even know how i get involved in any of this. but it all makes for a good story right? haha.