Well, today is the day – time to go back to reality (slowly, since we won’t have the kids until tomorrow). Got up around 4:30, still limping and hurting. Went outside, came back, drank coffee….you know the whole bit by … Continue reading
Thankfully, we got an early enough start this morning, because of the fact that I seemed to be on my “normal” schedule now of getting up in the middle of the night. Can’t remember if I mentioned this earlier or not, but I actually fell back asleep while trying to write again. Oh, well. I caught up. Ernie woke me up so I just hopped out of bed and did my thing.
First stop of the day – Abbey Road! And yes, I crossed it. Multiple times. I even wrote my initials and a peace sign on the wall outside of Abbey Road Studios. I almost cried – I was in Rock ‘n’ Roll Heaven! Ernie let me spend a little bit of time there and endured taking pictures of my many crossings to get it just right.
From there, we went in search of Baker Street for two reasons. One was to see 221b Baker Street (Sherlock Holmes). Never found it but found the museum and I wasn’t interested in waiting in line at the time. The second reason was to go to the Beatles Store, which ended up being just steps away from the museum. And, of course, I bought a bunch of stuff for myself! (Well, Ernie did, technically.)
Afterward, we went on to find the British Museum. We didn’t see all of the exhibits but it was fascinating nonetheless. Stopped at the gift shop for some stuff for the in-laws and Marci. (By the way, Marci wanted a rock from each city. I got one near Abbey Road that I thought I lost, but found it in my purse.)
After our quick walk-through, we hailed a cab to Harrod’s. Yay! We rode in a black cab! Another thing off my list. Anyway, being in there was as depressing as going to Bond Street. It was Ernie’s turn this time, but I got a little myself. We did end up dining in The Champagne Room (or Bar; can’t remember the exact name). Ernie wanted or expected the food to be terrible. We sipped away at our champagne until the food came. Absolutely delicious! He got some chicken dish and loved it. I got a crab cake and I only wished I had gotten one or two more. Superb.
We quickly left Harrod’s after lunch to avoid more disappointment but it was too early to call it a day. I had to set foot in a McDonald’s – only to use the bathroom. No American chain fast food for us! We’re in a place to try new and hopefully extraordinary things, me especially since I’m so damn picky.
We looked at a map at one point and decided that we weren’t too far from Kensington Palace. And Ernie was willing to go! So we hailed another black cab (!) and set off for it. The grounds around it were beautiful. When we got closer, we realized we could go into part of the house, so we did an impromptu tour. It was lovely, but man, did I wish to run into Duchess Kate! Ha! I, of course, did some shopping at the gift shop and we started to make our way back to the hotel. As we were walking toward the next Tube stop, Ernie wanted to eat. We ended up at this place – I think it was called Zizzi – and had dinner. The food was pretty good there – dipping oils and bread, calamari – yum! That was it after that, except for a stop in a chintzy little store for souvenirs. We made our way back to the hotel and started packing for the next leg of our trip – Paris!
So (almost) packed and ready to go, I started to write about our day before my words became illegible and I fell asleep
4;00 am came around and it was time to get up and get going. Did my usual – smoke, coffee, shower, more coffee, another smoke, etc. My anxiety was starting to rise about going to Paris and I didn’t realize it right away to nip it in the bud. We had our breakfast after Ernie got up and showered, finished packing and went for a stroll down to Westminster to kill some time. We came back, grabbed our bags, checked out and we went off in another black cab for our next adventure…
Apparently, I was more tired than interested in finishing my thoughts this morning. Well, I’m finally on the first flight and handled most of the taxiing and ascent pretty well (okay, I grabbed the arm rests. Don’t judge.) The flight is okay so far. Valium, Xanax and a double whiskey sours (spaced out over time) helped me out to get my butt on this plane. (Jesus H on a stick, it’s hard to write legibly while flying. Or falling asleep for that matter.)
Keeping an eye on the flight tracker on my personal screen (40 minutes until JFK). I’m not really planning on writing too much on the flight to Heathrow. I’m either drinking or sleeping. (Seriously, this is fucking hard to write while on here.) Maybe, I’ll just end here now and pick up later. This is too ridiculous for me. Let’s just hope I’m as calm as I am now for the other two flights on this trip…
Where to begin? Even though our flight to London was delayed, we still made pretty good time getting here. So much so, that we walked almost 12 miles today (yes, I counted. Or rather, my phone did.) I’m pretty fucking beat. Yet, I’m too wired to go to bed. I plan on getting up at 5:00 am (it’s 11:00 pm now), have breakfast at 7:30 and hopefully be out the door shortly after.
I took down a couple reminder notes throughout the day, but right now, I’m having trouble thinking about that stuff. About the problems and frustrations Ernie was having, getting us Oyster cards for the Underground. Or the feelings and irritations over my navigation skills (or lack thereof) in trying to find a particular restaurant. I’m in a different country that’s going through random places of renovations, making it even harder. (I have this problem at home too. Why would that be different here?) Or seeing Buckingham Palace up close. Or about, for once in my life, not feeling homesick. The very beginning of the walking we will be putting ourselves through over the next 7 days in 2 different cities. Trying to take pictures without looking like a tourist but you’re damn well still going to stick out like a sore thumb anyway, or however that saying goes. These are just some of the things running through my head simultaneously now.
We had a great first day in London. Aside from some bad emotional moments, it was good. Life was good.
Now is where we come to why I’m not writing about my day here in great detail. It has to do with my former future nephew-in-law (got that one? Give it a minute to sink in.), whom I just unfriended and blocked (finally) on Facebook. I’m not chronicling my vacation on FB in real time for safety reasons, but I’m still going to check my phone for notifications. I’m half off the grid. So, I go to check it tonight and I have 6 of them. To tell you the truth, I can’t remember what the first one was, but I think it had something to do with our girls. The other 5 were from him, liking months-to-years old posts that I was tagged in. (There is a whole saga behind this that I’m not even getting into. Boo and hiss all you want, I’m keeping it lean.) I don’t know or understand how my niece is enduring all of this , because it’s straight up pissing me off now. I felt bad for him, concerned for his well-being. I mean, I still don’t want anything happening to him, but fucking let it go already. You’re stalking now. And harassing my family. I don’t want to hear the sob stories anymore. It’s enough! You’re 28 years old. Wake up and do something with yourself instead of becoming “that” guy.
I was on the phone with my mom about this a little while ago and she yelled at me. It was well-intentioned because she doesn’t want this to ruin my grand vacation. But, for the love of God, it’s 11:45 pm here, I’m drinking coffee and writing about the little fucktard, instead of my experiences today. There. I said it. Ernie wouldn’t be happy with me but I can’t keep biting my tongue. I wanted to message this boy earlier, but I got scolded, if you will, so I didn’t do it. However, this is my journal (well, now it’s my blog) and I don’t give a shit. Christ, look at how much room its taken up already!
What I need to do is just take my meds and go to bed. But, for one, I told myself I would write about my day before doing so and two, I’m just furious. I guess I just needed to get it out.
Anyway, my ultimate goal when I get back is to tell my vacation story through a photo book. Now, I got random thoughts going through my head and it’s making me sad and a wee bit homesick. So much for what I said earlier in the post. I hate that feeling, the homesickness part. It ruins my vacation a little. but apparently not as much as this kid is doing right now. And I’m letting him. I’m already worried enough about my family, whether I’m there or here. I feel spent now. I think I’m going to run outside real quick and finally go to bed. New day, new beginnings (and possibly couture shopping too!). I’m out. **drops mic**