1.16.2006

Yes, I really am this lazy

I can't write an entire post here because I have to get back to class, but here's the letter I wrote to my family to let them know that I'm back safe on English soil:

I just wanted to let y'all know that I made it back just fine and I've unpacked and am going to go take a much-needed shower.

Highlights from the trip:

Exchanged my blue pashmina at the Vegas airport store, only it snagged by the time I got to Loughborough. Moral of the story: don't buy $10 crap.

[Savvymom's] sleeping pill, which worked quite nicely! I took it with the in-flight meal and by the time I finished eating I saw two flight attendants instead of one and barely had time to get my complimentary little eye-mask thingie on before I passed out. I woke up several times but just for a minute or two each time.

Getting a sweet text from WR as soon as I hit English soil and turned on my phone.

Hearing a toddler yell "NOO!" during passport check and automatically looking for Savannah.

Having this 60-yr-old Australian lady try to cut in line at the passport check because she'd got in the wrong one and didn't want to go to the back like a normal person. My new friend Victoria from Las Vegas who is studying costume design in London told her that she was sorry the lady got in the wrong line, but she could just go to the back like everyone else, and the Australian lady told her not to be so "narky." And then the lady touched Victoria's shoulder to get her to move forward and Victoria said, "I'm going to have to ask you not to touch me." Eventually the people behind us let her in because she wasn't going to budge. (Victoria and I both agreed later that if the lady had just come up to us and said, "I'm so sorry, but I just spend 40 minutes standing in the wrong line and my family is waiting for me, could I possibly, etc." then we would have let her in. Only she didn't do that. And it's not like Australians have never heard of a queue before. Anyway, I'm not a jerk. I'm not!)

Dropping my laptop case upside down on an ESCALATOR and having everything spill out--a nice man helped me grab some of the stuff at the bottom.

Getting an earlier train from Gatwick--the nice train man said I could, so I got home an hour early.

Forgetting my suitcase when I got off the train at King's Cross and having to rush back on to grab it--a nice man pried the door open for me so I could get back off.

Remembering that people in London can be nice.

11 comments:

April said... [reply]

Is it good to be back in London? Or are you still groggy?

Nemesis said... [reply]

April--it is nice to be back, and I don't feel groggy--I think it's because I pretty much got a full night's sleep on the plane.

My sister thinks the sleeping pill is to blame for me dropping things and forgetting stuff on trains. But I probably would have done that anyway. ;-)

Julie said... [reply]

Great to have you back here, and glad you had a great time at home with your family!

Rachel said... [reply]

Ok, I'm howling at the thought of your friend telling the Aussie, "I'm going to have to ask you not to touch me." That's awesome!

It's funny--I'm always surprised at Europeans' acts of kindness, even though there have honestly been plenty of them. I really must get the idea out of my head that they aren't nice/friendly/helpful?etc.

So glad you made it home ok! And in case you didn't check back at my site--TAG! YOU'RE IT! (I'm breaking the rules and tagging five people. I'm a rebel like that. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)

metamorphose said... [reply]

Too bad you didn't have my ex-best friend with you when that Australian lady butt in line. She once told some girls off who butted in line at a Cafe Rio. Even I got scared. Oh, the memories.

TannerJ5 said... [reply]

You might have to ask chad if the Aussies have lines. So I take it you and Britian aren't fighting anymore?

edgy killer bunny said... [reply]

It's nice to hear you had a safe return to England.

Now, I don't want to sound like I'm siding with the rude, queue-cutting Aussie, but perhaps you dropped things and forgot things because, well, maybe, perchance, karma kicked in.

Nemesis said... [reply]

Thanks Julie, it is nice to be back, even when it's being all rainy and Englishy!

Rachel, yay! Thanks for making me It! And John, I didn't know you had already tagged me--I'm honored!

Meta, I think more people need to be told off in the Cafe Rio line--especially the dental hygenists with the acrylic nails and the scrubs who make out with the jocks in line and the people who save tables even though the sign CLEARLY states "do not save tables."

Hi Tanner. Nah, me and England are cool.

Yeah, EKB, I wondered who was going to bring that up. First I write about being unsympathetic to an elderly Australian and then I follow it up with stories of how many people were kind to me when I did idiot things. I know, I have growing up to do . . . only it was Victoria who did it!

kristen said... [reply]

So glad you made it home safely, even if you dropped a lot of stuff along the way!

Good luck starting your new semester! :)

The Walrus said... [reply]

Welcome back to the seventh circle of h....Britain! Yes...that's what I meant..

Glad you're back!

Tiffany said... [reply]

Welcome back, Nemesis. Sounds like it was quite the trip. Sure wish I was in the UK rather than spending January here in Utah.

Ah well. Another time, I'm sure.

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