Woke up nursing an awful hangover and had a text from Mari that she wanted me to meet her near London Bridge and she'd show me around the city. Here's the thing about traveling around, I'm usually fucking terrible at it. Hence me not wanting to try and take the tube from the airport to the hotel and spending $100 on that cab ride like an asshole. Looked at my map to start to figure out how to get to there from my and realized I'd have to change lines somewhere which was a big red flag for a first time tuber who's also being a pussy.
I decided the absolute easiest thing to do was to walk across the park to the station that had a direct line to London Bridge. Simple enough, but when I went to buy my tube pass, I figured out that you pay by the "zone" and pretty much every place in London is "Zone 1", so felt pretty good about myself for figuring it out.
Quick side story. When I got off the train to go meet her, I got a little lost and didn't want to stop anyone walking for directions, but some kid comes up to me to pitch me on the cancer charity he works for and asks me if I'll donate but since I was in a rush, I was like "nah, but could you please tell me where this bar is and not give me wrong directions cause I won't donate" he laughed at me and told me. I felt like an asshole all day though
When her and I were done walking around, we were going different places so we got on the subway together and she told me what stop to get off at, which was nice except for the fact she gave me the wrong one and I had to walk four miles back to my hotel. I started to get such blisters on my second big toe cause it was being overlapped by my big toe, that I stuffed tissue between the two toes to keep it from happening. Tell me thats not a boss move right there.
That night was the Man City-Man United game which was pretty much for the title. Like I mentioned on day one, bars and pubs around my hotel hardly showed sports on TV. The only place was this spot "The Courtfield" which I had been to already. I got there like 10 minutes before kickoff and the place was fucking packed. People eventually were lined up along the windows outside watching, it was actually a cool experience to be in an atmosphere like that. Most of the bar was pulling for United (I wasn't but def kept my mouth shut) and after City won, this old guy was yelling and cheering and this younger guy comes up to him and picks a fight. Takes the old guys glasses off his face and tosses them on the ground. Classic move.
Also, it took three days, but finally some chick started hitting on me for being American. I asked where her boyfriend was and she said "he's lame and probably at home looking for me"...niiiiice. She started asking me questions and when she asked if I had a Boston accent, I said not really cause I wasn't raised there, she asked if I liked those teams. Then told her I obviously was a huge Pats fan and, get this, bitch calls me a glory hunter! The fucking nerve of this girl. That was the end of our convo, told her to go have another drink and she went back to her table and promptly started making out with her co-worker. Sluts, all over the world.
