An Epic Day: Kew Gardens and Fabric
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May 26th, 2007 – by: Maureenie
The other day-trippers and myself crawled through the surrounding town trying to figure out which way to go to get to the gardens. The surrounding town was VERY cute. I wish I had taken pictures, but that was one of those many traveling moments where instead of being anonymous in a crowd of flashing cameras around a tourist attraction, to be standing outside a strangerâ€™s house in a quiet part of town photographing the inside of their home through the windows (no matter how GREAT a picture it would have been, or how wonderfully well it captured the essence of the surrounding area during your journey), is just awkward.
The gardens were more expensive than I had hope. Be warned. There is a LOT to see, however, so maybe that makes up for it.
One of the first things I came across was the famous greenhouse, where tropical plants are grown in the middle of the freezing United Kingdom. They have a TON of different species of plants in there with origins from all over the world. I wandered through several other greenhouses, gardens, old cottages, etc. that were all lovely.
I had a bountiful lunch on the grounds.
Anyway, many of the pictures I took donâ€™t do it justice. Even though it was an ugly day, weather-wise, the fact that there are so many different areas to explore that have such individual auras (if you will) to them made me feel like a kid playing out in the woods where I grew up.
My evening was a sharp contrast to my day-- not in enjoyment, but in... well... style. After the gardens I took the tube home and called around about the Saturday evening social options that were available. Most of my American friends were finished with finals, and those who hadnâ€™t run off to go traveling quite yet were making the best of our last nights in London. Alaska-Zach mentioned going to Fabric, a very popular, very trendy nightclub.
When we first arrived it was half an hour before the club was even supposed to open and there was already a huge line.
I put in a good effort to stay involved here, but it wasnâ€™t too long before I started fading. I do not mean that in any sort of substance-inspired way. I mean that I was about to fall asleep on the stranger dancing next to me I was so tired. That paired with the constant inhale of cigarette smoke (which gives me a headache on its own), and the incredibly loud, pounding music, and, OH WAIT, the fact that I had been out and active all day already, gave me a good enough case to make an escape. Although I felt super lame for leaving a club that stayed open until about 6AM at about 1AM, I am just going to have to learn to accept the comfort-loving person I am at heart.
My awesome friend Anthony waited with me while I got my coat from the coat check. I told him I was totally fine walking home on my own even though it was late at night, and will say, for the record that I truly think I would have been fine in doing so. I feel safe in London. However, probably by some streak of fate, a few American girls I knew from the dorms who had met up with us were making their way out as well (complaining of their inability to play name-that-tune inside), so we hiked around for the bus together. It took us a VERY long time to figure out how to walk back to Kingâ€™s Cross for the night bus. I will NOT miss making that journey. GEEZ. It takes hours to get to somewhere that should only take 15-20 minutes by car, and when Iâ€™m doing it I am usually so ready to go to bed in an instant, that it makes it feel even longer.
By the time I got home, I think I was sleepwalking. I fumbled into my room and somehow managed to summon enough motor skills to take my shoes off. I canâ€™t imagine how people can go to clubs like that every weekend and stay up all night doing so. I just could not handle that. Maybe if I was on ecstasy like everyone else, I would understand.
After I washed all the strangersâ€™ sweat, dried lipstick, and hairspray off in our funky plastic shower, I was about to crawl into bed when I noticed that the sun had started to come up. Damn. Thatâ€™s when you know youâ€™ve had a real night out.
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