The flight boarding went smoothly. I got my aisle seat. A pleasant girl got the window seat and the seat between us was empty. Sweetness. But we had two Tweens sitting behind us. They drank too much diet coke and kept talking about needing to put their makeup on. Lol.
There was a slight delay with takeoff. I hate when they announce we are #13 to take off. It’s like an endless line at the deli that you can’t opt out of.
Watched a really cute movie. The Adam Sandler and Jennifer Aniston romantic comedy called, Just Go With It. It was an entertaining, giggle-snorting in my seat movie. I like those classic romantic comedies. Even if they are a little formulaic.
Then I watched episodes of my fav shows: Wizards of Waverly Place, Good Luck Charlie, Shake it Up.
As usual couldn’t sleep on plane. Meditated for an hour. Then we were landing at 6:48 a.m. London time. A baby gets to wailing as we wait to disembark so I start rocking out to Selena Gomez and The Scene.
I will continue to rock out to her for the next 2 hours because Heathrow has several international flights arriving simultaneously. The line for immigration was literally over a mile long. At one point, i descend into hysterical laughter. It took 10 minutes just to get to the end of the line and commence waiting.
I pull out Stephen King’s book on writing, determined to make the most of my time. Except I am cracked out from zero sleep. So I read the same page over and over again. I still made it to page 45 before I got in front of immigration.
And here’s where things get stressy. The officer questions my being unemployed. Um yeah worldwide recession. Decimation of U.S financial system. Total restructuring of financial services. Then he asks why I didn’t take this trip sooner. Um, because I was looking for a job and had to coordinate my plans with a friend.
He tells me normally he wouldn’t allow me to enter the UK because I am unemployed and the concern is I would illegally try to get a job here. I showed him my onward flights to Asia as evidence that I plan to leave the UK.
This is pretty stressful because I have no idea how I can prove I am just going on a long trip to Asia and making a pitstop here. It was weird to have to explain my decisions to a complete stranger.
It also involved explaining OL being in grad school, my back injury and artificial disc. I was talking to the guy for. Good half hour. Ugh. And I was so tired I couldn’t think straight.
Finally got a cab and the cabbie has no idea where my hotel is. Lol.
But he figures it out and I arrive at 9:15. Hungry tired and unsettled by airport. So I can’t check in this early at the Kingsland Hotel. So there I am in the lobby sunscreening up to go into town.
Luckily OL and I plotted out the route to the British Museum. That goes smooth. But I’m starving. I see a McDonalds but I feel so close to tears from airport drama, I splurge and Go to a cafe. Breakfast is two of the most decadent lattes I’ve ever tasted, poached eggs, bacon and toast at Pattiserie Valerie.
Then I found the British Museum after a few wrong turns. Crowded. Times Square rush hour crowded. Ick. Pulled out Selena again. So tired couldn’t absorb anything. I saw a lot of old shit. Some creepy shit too. Took a few pics and bought a souvenir book.
Saw some cool Buddha statues too. And pieces of panthenon.
Then got lost looking for subway so bought water and got directions. Back to hotel. Checked in. Passed out for 20 minutes. Showered. Changed. And went to JJ Moons for dinner of hamburger and fries. Four more hours until OL arrives.