St. Patrick's Day & Business Travels
I had a fun day. First I got to decorate Nick's pub with all this St. Patty's decor that I took from the Fish because they were being all uptight about using tape on the walls to put up posters and stuff. Whatever, their loss, our gain. Did that, then went with Nick to watch him play rugby, which is what US Football is based on but there are some major differences. Rugby moves much quicker an is more brutal, no pading at all! It was fun to watch but I was freezing my ass off.
Then we went back to the pub and shortly after began drinking the night away. We took a bunch of silly pictures, which I will send out soon. We stayed up really late, which I shouldn't have because I had to catch a train to London at 8:30am to go visit about 8 different hotels to see which one we want to use for this event we are having at the end of April. I fell asleep after hitting my alarm. Hate it when I do that. Woke up in a panic and rushed out of the pub. I missed the 8:30am which is what I wanted to catch, but luckily since I had an open ticket I just caught the next train, which showed up shortly after I got to the station.
Arrived in London and had to get on the Internet to look at where all the hotels were (was going to do that Saturday but the Internet at the pub wasn't working and there are no Inernet cafes in Bristol), did that which took about 1 hour, ate lunch, then met up with this girl Caroline from Bristol, who happened to be traveling into London as well, hung out with her and her friend for a bit, then had to "start work" and go look at the hotels. I was carrying around my laptop case and my purse and my backpack filled with my clothes for Sweden (oh yeah, I am also going to Sweden Monday morning for 3 days- will tell more about that later), and it was all very heavy and I didnt have the best walking shoes on either, so I was moving at a snails pace.
Finished hotel hoping at about 6PM, took the tube to the Liverpool Street Station, ate McDonald's for dinner (I know I know, I am in another country and I choose the most American thing to eat, but in times of desperation and exhaustion I go with what I know). Then I caught the train to Stansted Airport at 7:10pm. Arrived at Stansted, and caught the Hilton shuttle bus to my hotel (can you guess where I was staying?).
Woke up at 4am to catch the 5am bus to take me back to Stansted airport. Was moving a bit slow so i JUST made it downstairs to the lobby in time to catch the bus, then at Stansted I had a bitch of a time figuring out which line to stand in because none of them had a sign saying they were for my flight to Gothenburg. Finally found the line, which luckily wasnt too long. Got through that quick enough, then had to stand in the security line, also not so bad. On the other end I got my self some breakfast and then realized it was time to head out to my terminal. Now, I don't know what my mind was thinking, but the terminal tram I was getting onto clearly said "this will take you to gates 20-39". My flight was at gate 45, and even though I totally looked at my ticket and saw "gate 45" my mind thought the number 45 fell somewhere in between 20-39. Nice huh? Of course I don't realize my mistake until the tram pulls up to the terminal and says "This is the last stop, you must get off". So when i get off at the terminal you can't just go back from where you came. i asked people at the desk what to do and thy said they would call someone to take me to my terminal. i waited....and waited...it's 6:15am when i had gotten there and now it is 6:35am. i ask again if someone is coming. they said they will call again. keep waiting...my flight leaves at 6:55am so I am getting a bit nervous. It's 6:45 and finally the guys shows up. I seriously JUST make it to my gate. Get on a basically sleep for the whole 2 hour flight. Ahhh the joys of traveling.
Then we went back to the pub and shortly after began drinking the night away. We took a bunch of silly pictures, which I will send out soon. We stayed up really late, which I shouldn't have because I had to catch a train to London at 8:30am to go visit about 8 different hotels to see which one we want to use for this event we are having at the end of April. I fell asleep after hitting my alarm. Hate it when I do that. Woke up in a panic and rushed out of the pub. I missed the 8:30am which is what I wanted to catch, but luckily since I had an open ticket I just caught the next train, which showed up shortly after I got to the station.
Arrived in London and had to get on the Internet to look at where all the hotels were (was going to do that Saturday but the Internet at the pub wasn't working and there are no Inernet cafes in Bristol), did that which took about 1 hour, ate lunch, then met up with this girl Caroline from Bristol, who happened to be traveling into London as well, hung out with her and her friend for a bit, then had to "start work" and go look at the hotels. I was carrying around my laptop case and my purse and my backpack filled with my clothes for Sweden (oh yeah, I am also going to Sweden Monday morning for 3 days- will tell more about that later), and it was all very heavy and I didnt have the best walking shoes on either, so I was moving at a snails pace.
Finished hotel hoping at about 6PM, took the tube to the Liverpool Street Station, ate McDonald's for dinner (I know I know, I am in another country and I choose the most American thing to eat, but in times of desperation and exhaustion I go with what I know). Then I caught the train to Stansted Airport at 7:10pm. Arrived at Stansted, and caught the Hilton shuttle bus to my hotel (can you guess where I was staying?).
Woke up at 4am to catch the 5am bus to take me back to Stansted airport. Was moving a bit slow so i JUST made it downstairs to the lobby in time to catch the bus, then at Stansted I had a bitch of a time figuring out which line to stand in because none of them had a sign saying they were for my flight to Gothenburg. Finally found the line, which luckily wasnt too long. Got through that quick enough, then had to stand in the security line, also not so bad. On the other end I got my self some breakfast and then realized it was time to head out to my terminal. Now, I don't know what my mind was thinking, but the terminal tram I was getting onto clearly said "this will take you to gates 20-39". My flight was at gate 45, and even though I totally looked at my ticket and saw "gate 45" my mind thought the number 45 fell somewhere in between 20-39. Nice huh? Of course I don't realize my mistake until the tram pulls up to the terminal and says "This is the last stop, you must get off". So when i get off at the terminal you can't just go back from where you came. i asked people at the desk what to do and thy said they would call someone to take me to my terminal. i waited....and waited...it's 6:15am when i had gotten there and now it is 6:35am. i ask again if someone is coming. they said they will call again. keep waiting...my flight leaves at 6:55am so I am getting a bit nervous. It's 6:45 and finally the guys shows up. I seriously JUST make it to my gate. Get on a basically sleep for the whole 2 hour flight. Ahhh the joys of traveling.
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