When we met up with Emily she took us to a place called the Fudge Bar which she was pretty familiar with. We had a few drinks, met some nice English boys, and met up with a number of other students from Roger Williams who are all studying abroad in London for the semester. Kimmy and I went up to the bar to buy a drink, paid for them, and then realized we were completely stiffed on our change. We went back to the bartender to ask him to correct his mistake, and after a few minutes of him trying to cheat us out of our money, my New York attitude put him in his place, and we were given our money back. **Lesson #2: Repeat after me.. I am from NEW YORRRK.. I know how to COUNT!**
When we decided to leave the bar to go home, we quickly realized that the tube stops running at midnight, and it was about 1:30 at this point. We were told that we would need to take a bus home, so after about an hour and a half of literally running through the streets chasing double-decker buses, getting on the wrong buses, fighting with a few bus drivers, we managed to get on the right bus to take us back to Queen's Park. **Lesson #3: Disregard Lesson #1.. Running sneakers are a necessity if you want to catch your bus.**
We lived. We learned. One Step at a time.
1 comment:
Hmmmm. Seems like you need to learn how to count British money better. That way you'll not need to resort to the Ugly American persona to get your way!
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