london

so i realized that i came to london and forgot to pack a rain coat. i'm a moron. i'm going to re-think my entire wardrobe while i'm here in london. i'm thinking bikini and flipflops. it hasn't stopped raining since i got here...well now it has stopped, but as soon as i step out it'll rain again. i'm writing this from a sketchy internet "cafe" somewhere downtown.

otherwise london is pretty neat. my guidebook tells me that england is a culinary wasteland, but there's no way that the food here can be worse than the stuff they served on the plane ride here.

mental note: depending on an overnight flight to get a night's sleep is not a good idea.

right now, i am exploring the city with luke, who is, when i am sober, my esteemed colleague at law, and when i am not so sober, a dirty pole. in a couple hours we're going to meet up with my girlfriend Farah from dinner, an old friend from Ottawa who has since moved back to London and curiously picked up a much thicker British accent than i remember. i've only been here for a few hours but since i've landed, i've already ridden the train, watched someone get kicked off the train, rode the tube, and visited an Ann Summers Store (to ask for directions).

okay i'm going to try to take advantage of this momentary sun.

hey candi: the biggest lesbian bar here is called the Candy Bar. not that i'm making any suggestions about you but i still want to try to find it and take a photo of it for you.

i leave toronto tonight

i was going to do some packing last night, but then i cracked my fingernail open while setting up neha's new bed, so i ended up just lying on the ground whining in pain like a little kid. i considered taking up a temporary codeine addiction, but decided to have a beer instead. unfortunately, this means i'm going to have to do all my euro-prep today.

interesting facts about gloria's luggage:

everything will fit in my backpack.
every shirt i am bringing is black.
i have packed a fake engagement ring.
i am not bringing a razor or tweezer (i am going au euro-naturel)
i am not bringing makeup
i have not packed any underwear yet.
in lieu of all this, i am bringing my ukulele.

all of those above statements (except the last) will assure you that all of my photos abroad will turn out hideous and therefore amusing. because really, would i have it any other way?

stealing internet at a coffee time on King Street

i leave tomorrow.

toronto, canada
london, england
brighton, england
madrid, spain
paris, france
krakow, poland
vienna, austria
bratislava, slovaia
prague, czech republic
budapest, hungary
dublin, ireland
marseille, france
nimes, france
nantes, france
paris (again!)
montreal, brief stop over...boo.
toronto.

hopefully i'll have shaken this wanderlust off by then.

my feet are going to be hurting.