Day 4: What time is it?
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May 18th, 2007 – by: dannydickman
My room at the new hostel is on the fourth floor, "and, uh, our lift doesn't work". For those Americans out there: You're walking your ass up to the FIFTH floor.
Went to the British Museum, and took a look around. Half the sucker was closed, so we couldn't see the asia and south america exhibits. Did see the Rosetta Stone and parts of the Panthenon from Athens. (Yeah, the hotly-debated "elgin marbles"). The entire museum was basically short-man syndrome England flexing it's biceps showing the world how much "loot" they yanked out of their British Empire countries and transporting them back and putting them up on display in London.
Got some bagels, some creem cheese, a fifth of vodka, and some supermarket-brand diet lemonade. Again for those Americans: diet half-soda-water, half-sprite. It was delightful! With food and drink in hand (discreetly, of course), we headed out to meet up with our friends Emma and Adam from the night before at The Cross, a house club who's DJ had us on the list to get in for free.
Showed up, not on the list. HOSED.
Alex can't get in because he doesn't meet the 21-yr-old age minimum. HOSED.
The Tube closes halfway home, forcing us to walk. HOSED.
Drunk girl puts us on the night bus home. In the wrong direction. HOSED.
Got home 3 hours later because of lack of night bus service. HOSED.
The drunk girl offered to pay 20 pounds to put us in the cab before any of this happened, and we kindly refused to take her money, citing that we didn't do anything for her to deserve it. Plus, the night bus was already free with our Tube pass.
Next time a drunk girl offers me forty bucks (regardless of the situation), I'm taking that shit and RUNNING.
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