My last day in London. At this point in the trip I am seriously thinking about getting a live-in job. Everyone in the city of London seems to think this is a good idea or this is the way I feel.
Jen and Vikki and I wanted to see a West End show. So because of great organization we departed at noon to try and find a matinee for the afternoon. I wanted to see Billy Elliot. I felt it was appropriate because it was the one movie I remember seeing when I was in London the last time. Seeing the performance would complete a circle and I like creating circles. When we got there the matinee was sold out. I was sad. Its supposed to be really good. So instead we went to Marry Poppins. Our seats were alright and cheap.
Afterwards Jen wanted to go to a museum, and Vikki was lassoed into this evil ploy. Not me. I split and went to a record store to buy the Artic Monkeys CD. I had heard a little of them before my visit to England, but they were a pretty big hit in the country. So I wanted to purchase the CD. So this is exactly what I did. I then returned to the hostel.
I forgot to mention that before the Marry Poppins show we ate at a pub and found this flyer that included a self-guided pub crawl. If this crawl was completed we got a free tshirt. Im a fan of free t-shirts. So we grabbed a hand full of flyers and the three of us were going to round up a group of hostel visitors to attend this self-guided pub crawl. So I was now on a mission.
I got back and met Enrico and Luca again, and he offered to make us dinner again. So we went to Sainsbury and got some food. He made a meal for the three of us. It was good. He didnt think so. But it didnt matter cause we thought it was good. Afterwards we attempted the process of going-out. We had eight people rounded up but didnt leave until 11pm. This means the pubs were closed. This means no free t-shirt for me. I was pissed. Not really. But I was really sad. Instead we went to the Walkabout again. This night lasted until 3am, when we finally left. I felt good. I think we all felt good.
We started making our way to the bus. On the way we found a guy holding a Subway sign. Enrico REALLY wanted Subway. So, along with a British guy and Caribbean girl we found, we made our way to Subway. I got a sandwich, not knowing this would be my last meal until the flight the next day.
We rode the bus home.
We went to bed, so we could get up in two hours for our flight.
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