Valentine's - The Aftermath
Well, I'm back from London and I will say this, I was expecting a memorable Valentine's Day weekend with Elena, and I got it. I'm not going to really comment too much on it, for a number of reasons. I realize that probably no one has ever come to this site and read this blog, but I also realize that anyone has the potential to, and as a result, I'm going to keep the specifics private. Hell, I may not even tell my friends, Seth especially, just what went on in London, because I'm not sure that they even need to know.
I will say this though, traveling to London sucks ass. I was lugging a whole ton of stuff for Elena, mostly Herbalife. I left work at 4:00 PM and got to the parking place at JFK at like 4:30 or so. The line to wait to get on the shuttle buses was way too long than it should have been. I unload my heavy as hell suitcase and wait on line, in the freezing cold, for over a half hour before the shuttles do show up. The shuttle bus driver takes off like a maniac and I have to fight to stop myself from crushing a French woman and her baby.
I get to the terminal and there is a huge line, the likes of which I've never seen. They take us off that line and put us on another one, which wasn't as long, but definitely wasn't moving, at all. I stand on line for over an hour listening to middle aged women talk about menopause and hormones. Once I finally get to check in, I find out that my bag is 15 pounds overweight due to the stuff I'm taking over for Elena. And how much does American Airlines charge me for 15 pounds of excess baggage? $270!!!! Can you believe that? I can't.
The flight was fine. Once we landed we had to wait to pull into the gate because we were early and the plane that was in our spot hadn't left yet, so we had to wait for a half hour while I listened to a 350 pound guy snore like a pig behind me. I finally get off the plane and go through immigration, get my bag and go to catch the tube. I get to the Underground platform and a train is leaving and of course another one doesn't come along for about twenty minutes. Then, the train stops at a station and stays there for a good 10-20 minutes. I finally get to my stop and drag my bag the mile or so to Elena's. Get there, and drag it up the stairs to her flat. She hung out with me for awhile before she had to head to school. I tried to take a nap, couldn't, then went to see her perform at school, and she was good. I just wasn't in the right frame of mind to fully enjoy it. No comment, once again.
After the performance we went back to her flat, talked, and got no sleep. Her roommate came home piss drunk at 3:30 in the morning and woke us up. On Saturday we had to go meet her old landlord and get back her deposit. Then we got ready to go see a matinee of Thoroughly Modern Millie, then grabbed some drinks and appetizers at a Mexican place, then went back to her flat where we ate candy and watched Smallville on DVD. Got no sleep for a second night, no comment.
Sunday we went food shopping so Elena could cook for me. She cooked, we ate, watched more Smallville. Monday I packed up, she took me to the airport and we said goodbye. I had a good flight back with a comfy seat and no problems at JFK aside from having to wait a little too long to get my suitcase from the baggage claim. Got home a little before 9:00 PM, went to sleep around 10:00, woke up this morning feeling pretty good, aside from whatever is still on my mind, and will continue to be for some time about what happened this weekend. Thats all there is to tell. Can't, and won't, say more.