I’m feeling a little shell shocked today. That’s probably not the correct use of that phrase but I went for it. Last Monday I was galavanting around London and today I’m … not.
I’m a little anxious about everything I have to catch up from last week so instead of actually doing any of those things I’m more content to just sit on my couch and stare into space and let the fear and anxiety about my to-do list settle inside of me. Sometimes thinking about doing things is just as fun as doing them, you know?
But I want to recap my trip from last week, as painful as it might be. So I’m just going to jump right in and hopefully make it a fun experience for everyone. And by everyone I mean just my mom and my sister probably.
So let’s go back to last Friday when we flew out. I had this great plan of drinking a few glasses of wine in the airport, and then one or two on the plane because trips to Europe = free wine for everyone in flight. And then right when I was feeling good I was going to take a sleeping pill and blissfully fall into a slumber for the next eight hours.
It didn’t happen like that.
Instead… I was about two glasses of wine in at Chicago O’hare, about thirty minutes away from boarding, when I decided what the hell I’d take a sleeping pill now so then I could fall asleep shortly after take off. Well then our plane got delayed an hour. And then another hour. And then one more.
Our plane didn’t leave Chicago until nearly 2:00 a.m. If you can imagine, I was slightly loopy by then. The last thing I remember is boarding the plane wearing my hat and sunglasses because I was sure it hid my “loopiness.”
I collapsed into the seat and the next thing I knew the flight attendant was shaking me saying, “Miss, you need to put your seat up. We are landing.”
And then we were in London. Those overseas flights man, they’re a breeze.
This is one of the first photos we took of the trip. I think we both look awkward and confused because that’s exactly how we felt.
And then we set out to see the city.
Pictures are great, but they only tell half the story. I wish you could hear all of the cute “vacation banter” going on between us.
“Chris, I’m cold. My feet hurt. I’m hungry. Can we get a drink yet? Let’s go eat. Where are all the cute pubs? I want fish and chips. Let’s get a taxi. I don’t understand euros. Is this Notting Hill? Why is it so cold?”
Last week was too fun. I’m getting sad thinking about how fast it went.
Tomorrow I’ll give more specifics about what we did in London, where we ate/drank, ext. I wasn’t expecting it, but London might have just become my favorite city ever. Omaha previously had the title (for obvious reasons) but London might have just over thrown it. Typical.
Anyway, I’ll be back tomorrow or perhaps later today for more fun filled vacay talk. We’ll see how much COFFEE I consume.