Part 1:
I'm sitting outside Victoria park train station (1:14am) because, get this, they locked the big black iron gates to keep everyone out. The next train is at 2, and I can't even wait at a platform, let alone a coffee shop, because the douchbags just up and locked the gates. I'm probably sitting against a wall that someone pissed on...but I ain't standing, and that's that.
Stevo told me to message him when I got to London and I sent him a FB message but he didn't respond. I wonder what he wanted. I'm sure it was for me to spend 4 hours of precious sleeping time (mind you, I would've been on an airport bench) to travel to downtown London to get drunk off a double JD&coke. Good. That's exactly what I did... for him! And unsuccessfully tried to find him a postcard. At hease my buzz'd hase makes this sitting on the ground in front of a downtown train station comical. Had my flask been full... we coulda started a party!
Part2:
I'm fuken dense and I missed my goddam flight. Deep breath, I've found my luggage, rebooked my flight, and called to let the Contiki coordinator know that I will meet up with them late... anything else to do? Find directions to the hotel in Athens... I'm fuken retarded... some vacations... I gotta write a song (see facebook notes section).
BITCH-FEST:
Wow, I hate travelling when I'm miserable. Actually, I hate living as a whole when I'm misterable. Everyone is subjected to a look that could kill. My responses to questions are blunt and unpleasent to say the least... and I exude hate. I am totally a lot cooler when I'm happy!
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