Lazy Day (5.28.07)
Did not have any real plans today so no reason to wake up early. What eventually did wake me up was our bedroom door opening and seeing these two guys walk in. I thought they just had the wrong room and would realize this seeing a girl sleeping in one of the beds, and then go away. But no, they walked right in and went over to where these two girls had been sleeping (they left earlier this morning) and started taking the pillowcases and bed sheets off. I asked them if they were supposed to be doing that and they explained that it was after checkout and they needed to collect the sheets. Ah...so you guys work here. Seriously this place needs to invest in nametags or shirts for their staff to wear.
After they left I got up, showered and when I started getting dressed I realized I had no more clean shirts! So I put on jeans and my black zippy jacket and got tokens to do laundry. Not my ideal way of spending time, but it gave me a chance to update the old journal and eat lunch in the common room. During the dry cycle I went out in search of a Scotish zippy jacket. No luck, either expensive or the cheap ones were ugly. Went back to the hostel, collected my laundry, and when I got upstairs Shannon was in her bunk. She was going to rest after her night with Hue. I decided to go to the National Scotish Museum, but sadly only stayed for about an hour. I was just so tired and hungry, and the exhibits were not very interesting.
On the way home I debated whether or not a nap would be a good idea, since I had to be up fairly early to leave the hostel and catch my flight home. Decided not to, so again was back in the common room writing in my journal. Shannon came down and read her book and updated her journal. Once I was done, I went onto the Internet, checked my bank account- looked good, then Yahoo! Mail, and even checked my work email, but luckily there were no major emails. After that I went out to check out a few shops I heard of, particularly for Celtic Jewelry. The one place I was really interested in ended up being really expensive, and everything else was already closed. As I headed back found another scarf shop and stocked up on more of the “trendy” UK scarfs.
Went into a Christmas Store, and felt like a time machine moving forward to December. Ornaments all over, Christmas music and the best part- that Christmas scent. Mmmm. The lady was kicking everyone else out and had locked the door before I realized it was closing time, but she didn’t mind me browsing around. We chatted a little about what it is like working there, wondered if she ever went crazy. Went back to the hostel, met Shannon then she and I headed out to have our one “sit-down” meal of the trip, instead of take-aways or eating at the hostel. During my walk I passed this pub/restaurant called the World’s End and thought it looked good, so we went there but there were loads of people inside waiting and we stood around for a bit hoping it wouldn’t be a long wait, but we soon realized this place was not very organized. Apparently there was no one to write your name down and delegate who got sat next, so we went across the street instead and ate at this bar called Tass. It was so nice to sit down and have a real meal, I gobbled mine down.
After I wanted to find some dessert, like ice cream or cake, so we went along Princes street looking for a place there. I knew finding a dessert place would be difficult, 1) They don’t seem to have many “dessert-only” shops, and 2) it was getting late AND was a bank holiday. Right as we were about to head back we came across a fricken TGI Friday’s, can you believe that? I know they have dessert so we went in there. I ordered the Chocolate Indulgence (layered chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream). Yum! Satisfied we headed back for the hostel. It was getting to be about 9:00pm and the sun was setting (oh yeah, over here daylight savings time is wicked- doesn’t get really dark until about 10pm or later) so we walked through the park between Princes street and our hotel enjoying the beautiful orange light that was being cast on all the buildings.
Back at the hostel I took a shower, one less this to do in the morning, and packed up my stuff. When I went to bed I had a little trouble falling asleep, my mind was racing with what I had to do for work, personal things, but eventually sleep found me. Didn’t get the best sleep though, kept waking up. At 4:45AM I got up, dressed, slabbed on some make-up, packed the rest of my stuff and headed out. Caught the Airlink bus and arrived at the airport just as my flight’s check-in was starting, so I was the 4th person in line. Security went fairly quick, and on the other side I got a mocha, and filled out my postcards. I was bummed I couldn’t send them earlier, but I had forgotten my address book. When I finished with that I went over to my gate, sat there until we started boarding. Flight was rather painless, did a bit of sleeping. At Bristol I caught the Airlink bus home, got in at about 10am-ish, dropped my bag, grabbed my laptop and started working. Would have been nice to be able to unwind, and unpack instead of work, but that is my own fault for flying home in the morning and not Sunday night. Notes of future reference.
After they left I got up, showered and when I started getting dressed I realized I had no more clean shirts! So I put on jeans and my black zippy jacket and got tokens to do laundry. Not my ideal way of spending time, but it gave me a chance to update the old journal and eat lunch in the common room. During the dry cycle I went out in search of a Scotish zippy jacket. No luck, either expensive or the cheap ones were ugly. Went back to the hostel, collected my laundry, and when I got upstairs Shannon was in her bunk. She was going to rest after her night with Hue. I decided to go to the National Scotish Museum, but sadly only stayed for about an hour. I was just so tired and hungry, and the exhibits were not very interesting.
On the way home I debated whether or not a nap would be a good idea, since I had to be up fairly early to leave the hostel and catch my flight home. Decided not to, so again was back in the common room writing in my journal. Shannon came down and read her book and updated her journal. Once I was done, I went onto the Internet, checked my bank account- looked good, then Yahoo! Mail, and even checked my work email, but luckily there were no major emails. After that I went out to check out a few shops I heard of, particularly for Celtic Jewelry. The one place I was really interested in ended up being really expensive, and everything else was already closed. As I headed back found another scarf shop and stocked up on more of the “trendy” UK scarfs.
Went into a Christmas Store, and felt like a time machine moving forward to December. Ornaments all over, Christmas music and the best part- that Christmas scent. Mmmm. The lady was kicking everyone else out and had locked the door before I realized it was closing time, but she didn’t mind me browsing around. We chatted a little about what it is like working there, wondered if she ever went crazy. Went back to the hostel, met Shannon then she and I headed out to have our one “sit-down” meal of the trip, instead of take-aways or eating at the hostel. During my walk I passed this pub/restaurant called the World’s End and thought it looked good, so we went there but there were loads of people inside waiting and we stood around for a bit hoping it wouldn’t be a long wait, but we soon realized this place was not very organized. Apparently there was no one to write your name down and delegate who got sat next, so we went across the street instead and ate at this bar called Tass. It was so nice to sit down and have a real meal, I gobbled mine down.
After I wanted to find some dessert, like ice cream or cake, so we went along Princes street looking for a place there. I knew finding a dessert place would be difficult, 1) They don’t seem to have many “dessert-only” shops, and 2) it was getting late AND was a bank holiday. Right as we were about to head back we came across a fricken TGI Friday’s, can you believe that? I know they have dessert so we went in there. I ordered the Chocolate Indulgence (layered chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream). Yum! Satisfied we headed back for the hostel. It was getting to be about 9:00pm and the sun was setting (oh yeah, over here daylight savings time is wicked- doesn’t get really dark until about 10pm or later) so we walked through the park between Princes street and our hotel enjoying the beautiful orange light that was being cast on all the buildings.
Back at the hostel I took a shower, one less this to do in the morning, and packed up my stuff. When I went to bed I had a little trouble falling asleep, my mind was racing with what I had to do for work, personal things, but eventually sleep found me. Didn’t get the best sleep though, kept waking up. At 4:45AM I got up, dressed, slabbed on some make-up, packed the rest of my stuff and headed out. Caught the Airlink bus and arrived at the airport just as my flight’s check-in was starting, so I was the 4th person in line. Security went fairly quick, and on the other side I got a mocha, and filled out my postcards. I was bummed I couldn’t send them earlier, but I had forgotten my address book. When I finished with that I went over to my gate, sat there until we started boarding. Flight was rather painless, did a bit of sleeping. At Bristol I caught the Airlink bus home, got in at about 10am-ish, dropped my bag, grabbed my laptop and started working. Would have been nice to be able to unwind, and unpack instead of work, but that is my own fault for flying home in the morning and not Sunday night. Notes of future reference.
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