Arrival of the Momma
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Four English, I mean, very drunk English guys decided to come back to the hostel room at 4am and hang out in the room. Meanwhile, four people were trying to sleep (myself included). They had planned to hang out with the girls they brought to the room and were sooo loud until I told them (in as nice of a way as I could muster), that it would be lovely of them to take the party elsewhere. After making a scene, they left and then I could hear them in the hallway yelling and then of one them punched the other in the face. After about an hour, they were passed out in bed and snoring away ...
So I figured this morning all would be quiet but they woke up, still drunk and one of them started dancing around in only a pair of briefs, pretending to be a kick boxer.
We had planned to meet at the arrivals area and had a secondary meeting spot in case I couldn't find her. The flight was late but then people started coming off the plane. I knew she wasn't checking luggage so I was expecting her with the first wave of people. Once I saw a woman with a luggage cart with 5 bags on it and still no mom, I started getting worried. Just when I was about to hunt down a phone and call home to see if she had made it on the flight, she appeared through the doors. OMG I was so relieved. I had never been so happy to see my mom in my life!
Since she had had no sleep and I was slightly hungover with little sleep, we were quite the pair.
I realized I had left my fleece jacket at St Christophers so we took an hour round trip metro ride to the hostel and luckily it was still hanging up next to my last night's bed. I thought I was going to be down two jackets but luckily this one made it back to me safely!