Hello my lovely f-list,
Since I'm utterly refusing to bow to this "time zone adjustment" phase that everyone (and my poor body) harps on about, I thought that I'd give you all an update on my trip so far. Because I want to bore you to tears *nods*.
The trip here was a little bit of a nightmare. It was mostly of my own making though - I went round Carol's after work and had a pint with her and Ali, got too comfortable and fell asleep until about 11, when she nudged me awake and said "As much as I like having you here James...don't you have a plane to catch in like, six hours? Come to think of it, don't you still have to pack?"
Hum. After mulling it through I realise that I did in fact have a plane to catch in a very short space of time, had a coach to catch before that, had to pack before that, and I had absolutely no frakking idea where my passport was. I'm a beacon of organisation you see, and this kind of thing is very important to me. So therefore it certainly wasn't a mad rush to find clothes, wallets, phones (which had a message from The Family asking why I wasn't at dinner...again...oops) and everything else before hurrying out of the door and pretty much running home.
To cut a long story short (because you still have a LONG way to go, faithful readers), I managed to get home, iron all my shit, pack it, and eventually find my passport at about 1.30 in the morning, festering in the bag I used for my last trip to Amsterdam. Actually I think it wanted to be found...my precioussssss little ticket to foreign. Managed to get a few hours kip before I caught the coach to Heathrow at 4.55.
It all went fine then, got on the plane and everything, except I swear to god that once people check their luggage in, it's like they receive an instant lobotomy. Seriously, I sat down on the plan and had this ashen old man next to me, who immediately proceeded to put his hand on my thigh. I looked at him, and was like "Um...dude...it's not the second date yet." He looked at me, I looked at his hand, he removed it with a mumble of something (I think it was an apology, but it could have been a proposition - either way I wasn't really interested) and the plane journey continued. We landed an hour late, but I didn't mind all that much. Managed to disembark, smoked about fifty cigarettes before I found a bus that would take me into the city. Got on it, it pulled out, and what happened?
The fucking thing broke down. Honest to god, it was leaking fuel while it was parked. So we had to wait for a new bus to come, driven by the craziest Chinese motherfucker I've ever seen in my life. He started picking fights with like...everyone. Anyway, got into Manhattan finally, and boarded the wrong tube, so I had to walk across the island to get to my hostel.
So yeah, bit of a nightmare so far, but it got good after that. I checked in, expecting to find the kind of room that Robert Downey Jr might spend one of his crazy weekends in, but it's actually quite nice. Lockable doors, double bed, fridge and sink, and a closet. Not bad for $340 for four nights really, and the neighbourhood's not that bad. After I acclimatised myself, I went in search of beer, and found it in the form of an Irish pub. Original, I know, but I went in...and can I say, I'm wearing my London Irish shirt everywhere. Seriously, fucking everywhere.
I got bought drinks like, all night. The barmaid bought me most of them, a fact that I'll most likely be leaving out to Carol, haha. Awesome night. Anyway, stumbled home, fell into bed and woke up this morning on a mission to sort all my shit out. You see, I remembered to pack nail clippers and a very peculiar coloured sock (just one, mind), but no underpants. I was officially an undies-less man, half a man one might say. So I got everything sorted out, went to the Statue of Liberty and all that jazz, pics to follow when I get back to Blighty (since I've had to use my phone as a camera - left my actual digicam at home in another underpants episode).
In the evening, I met dazed_hopes
from work, and we went out for a meal, before walking about forty blocks from Times Square to West 95th. Had an awesome time, she's a really nice person and a good laugh, we're having a cinema day tomorrow.
So yeah, it's been highly successful so far. Having, literally, one of best times of my life. I love this city so much, it might smell permanently of urine, but I've got a real connection to it - and it doesn't help that it's like, 26 degrees here. Middle of October and I'm walking around at 9pm in a t-shirt...doesn't get much better than that.
Hope you're all doing well. To my friends in flawed_plans
...I'll post when I get back :D