hey hey hey!

ready for the first edition of the linzy/lizbeth london adventure?

ok, to explain. every time i go on a major trip i write a mass email. that way when i get home, and you ask me how the trip was, i don’t have to explain the billion little things that made the trip really fun. plus i remember more of the cool stuff this way. so to my miami friends: you have no choice, i’m going to email this to u whether u like it or not, cuz its about london and you know u wish you were here with us! and to my orlando friends: these emails are usually pretty funny, cuz funny stuff always happens to me on these trips. if you don’t want it, just email me back and tell me to stop bothering you, and i’ll take u off the list. so without further adieu:

our trip began with a wrong turn on the 417 in orlando (north instead of south) that almost made us late. after standing in two massive lines just to get in the gate, we finally got on the plane. we taxied out, and as i’m looking out the window, i notice that we had just made a complete circle. the pilot came on and said he was going back to the gate, because one of the gears seemed stiff and he wanted maintenance to come and check it out. our plane was supposed to leave at 1:30 pm. at 2:30, maintenance still hadn’t shown up, and we were still sitting on the plane. at 3:30, the pilot let us all get off the plane, and then we got back on the plane at 4. finally the plane took off at 4:30, which meant that we missed our connecting flight to london. fortunately there was another flight that left at 7:30 from jfk. jfk is the most ghetto airport i’ve ever been to. first of all, when we got in there, they told us that we had to go to gate 4X. what kind of airport has gates that include letters with the numbers? so we spotted some british family and followed them to the gate part of the way (they were too slow so we ditched them after awhile, but kept running into them during the rest of the trip), and after leaving the terminal, we walked outside, through some big construction site, through a tunnel, and finally got to gate 4x. lizbeth and i got the most awesome seats ever for that flight. exit row, in the middle, one seat empty next to us, directly in front of the big screen tv. hehe lizbeth says it was like flying in a movie theater. and we got to see shallow hal, which is an even better movie the second time around (not to mention jack black is the coolest actor ever).

hehe one of the worst things about the flight was the food carts. if u had to go the bathroom, you had to walk alllllll the way to the back of the plane, even though there was a bathroom like right in front of us (according to the flight attendant, you’re not allowed to ”cross cabins” because its a new security measure…sounds more like segregation between the first class and the coach cabins to me), and every time that you went to the bathroom you got trapped by the food cart or the trash cart or the duty-free shopping cart. both of us got stuck in the back for like 30 min or so, and some scary guy tried to get me to visit him while i was here so he could show liz and i around london. haha being the smart girl that i am, i mentioned my (nonexistent) boyfriend, and he left me alone. a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do!

once we got off the plane we had to go through customs and all that good stuff. it only took like 3mins. when you go up to the counter, they always ask you what you’re there for, and when she asked me i was so tired i couldn’t remember what i was supposed to be doing in london so i just said for fun (which came out more like “fo fun” hehe, see what u’ve started cristin), instead of something logical like “holiday” or “vacation”. then we picked up our bags, mine (side note…i’m so tired that i can’t spell anything and lizbeth keeps having to correct me..its 11 pm here) weighed like twice as much as me, and we had to drag the stupid things onto the underground (subway). after making two wrong stops (at one of the wrong stops we stood in the middle of a hallway staring at the map of the tube and the paper that told us how to get to henk and elmarie’s, looking extremely lost and pathetic, and a really nice guy walked up and had to help us out), we finally got to the crossharbour station. every elevator in london is out of order, and we had already had to carry our 1000 lb bags up and down like 5 flights of stairs at the different stations, so when we got to where we were supposed to be liz tried to talk me into carrying our bags down the stairs again, but i refused. i kept hitting the stupid button to make the elevator come up, and finally it gets there and the door opens and out walks thomas’ mom with rachel and andrea. how random is that. and then she looked at me, and she’s like…”lindsay??” i was really surprised that she remembered me (especially w/out the bangs…yeah yeah make fun of me for them, they’re gone now!) cuz ihaven’t seen her in 3 years. so i asked about thomas, and she said he’d be over later. rachel and andrea are really big, its weird how you go away from somewhere and come back and expect everything to be the same as when you left it. it never works out that way.

SO to make this lengthy story much shorter than it would be if i didn’t stop now, we didn’t see thomas cuz we took a nap, and we went to cole abbey with elmarie and almost fell asleep during the service. oh and henk isn’t here yet. so the moral of the story is: love is….standing on the right side of the escalator,or so the posters say. goodnight everyone!

Love, Lindsay

p.s. anyone that wants a postcard needs to email me back with their address cuz i forgot to bring my list. hasta luego!