SITC trials and errors.

I am sitting on a couch with Emma and Jerry, having a laptop party slash sleepover and pajama party... and I am here blogging. xD

Today was Day One of Summer in the City... I survived it at least. I met a lot of great people (including Becky, GeorgieBOOM, a funny guy from Germany, Saraxxlou, Johnny and a load of other people I can't remember the names of). I think the best/worst part of the day was when we were all standing in the park in Leicester Square and suddenly, out of nowhere it just started POURING on everyone. I was literally pulled under an umbrella and a jacket in a group of people I only had just met and had a very wet, very close bonding experience with said people. Everyone was huddled under various little groups for the 3-5 minutes it poured until it passed. That's what I don't get about London. These weird, short bursts of DOWNPOUR rain. Everyone needs to leave Seattle alone, because our rain is awesome. London's rain sucks.

The events of the day were basically:
1. Stand in a park.
2. Break into groups to go on "tours" of the city.
3. Happen to join the slacker group led by Gary that just sat in one place for an hour because we're apathetic losers.
4. Go to Leicester square to eat.
5. Try to go to Pizza Hut.
6. Fail.
7. Go to McDonalds.
8. Have an elitist picnic lunch with Emma and Jerry on a blanket while everyone else ate their fast food on the grass.
9. Get rained on.
10. Leave with Johnny and various other people to go this scary haunted thing.
11. Find out haunted thing costs money.
12. Not go to haunted thing.
13. Go to Arcade.

I met a lovely girl name Karla (whose accent I loved) and we played 2 rounds of DDR, which was awesome because even though I hadn't played in years, people seemed to be impressed with my SKILLZ so I enjoyed myself.

So the really crappy part of the day was that literally within 30 seconds of being at SITC, my purse just BROKE. Out of NOWHERE. The strap broke off and I had no way to carry it on my shoulder anymore and I was really upset. These two sweet girls came up and gave me a big bulky safety pin, which essentially worked, but kept coming undone and I kept stabbing myself on accident, so I have all these bloody little pinpricks on my left hand from the course of the day that I didnt notice until later. :/
I liked that purse a lot. Now I have the strap tied around in a very unfashionable way, but it's holding, and I can't afford a new one if I want to go to Rome and Paris - I don't need to impress anyone with my fashion! I don't care!

I'm not going to talk about my experience seeing Alex today, but it wasn't easy. Or successful, really.


In other news, I'm tired of laptopping while I am sitting here in London with two of my best friends, so I'm LEAVING. GOODBYE.

Days: Still 27
Indian Food: 9