Day 3: Mind the gap.

Woke up with a hangover. No, not a hangover, because we didn't have that much to drink. It's still the jet-lag coupled with dehydration. (Nope, I lied, definitely hung over). There's only so much you can sleep in the mornings in a hostel before you're woken up by the hushed packing and zipping of bags beginning at 8am.

Breakfast was fast, but good. Not good. How 'bout "typical"? Standard hostel fare, overly zealous on coffee but absent on protein. Mikey agreed.

Mikey is my fraternity brother, who's now working as an architect in Seattle. He came to Netherlands to go visit family, and we met up yesterday and he was my personal tour guide to London ("always stand on the right side of the escalator to make room for the people rushing past on the left"). He left after I waited to meet up with another Boise State student named Alex. Mikey went off to Leeds for a few days and then will head home, and since I won't see his ass again till September, we gave each other the goodbye's and the good luck's and parted ways. I found a new hostel, dropped my bags off.

Waited for over an hour to meet up with Alex, but I forgot to give him the correct exit number out of the underground station, so it took a while to find the disgruntled backpacker roaming the streets mindlessly ;)

Hit up the Tate Modern, where they have lots of modern shit. I mean both senses of that sentence. (Granted, there was a Picasso and a Monet to brighten things up, but not much else in the form of, how shall we say, fine art.) Also saw that square black line red blue and yellow piece we've all seen in art history textbooks. A Dali and some Warhols rounded out the picture (ha!)

Stopped by the Natural History Museum for a couple of minutes. Word of advice: don't go unless you're under 12. Yup, that bad.

Looked for west end bars - failed. Looke for east end bars - failed. Found club with 5 pound cover and 1.50 drinks all night - great success!