After a long and pleasant Virgin Atlantic plane ride, which I survived by playing video games and watching several high quality films (Rize, The Matador, but unfortunately not Get Rich or Dye Tryin' because everyone I know still refuses to watch it with me) Dan, Julian and I made our way to our flat at The Crofton, 13-16 Queen's Gate, Kensington, London SW7 5EN. First order of business.. explore the local pubs.
Within the first five hours of our arrival in foggy London town, we had gone through many pints of beer, my first (of an endless variety and series) ham & cheese sandwhich, and made it apparent to everyone on our RA led walking tour that we had been drinking. On the way back from the tour, Julian and I were in such pain that we decided to go to the bathroom in the park, literally. After one last pint at Goat Tavern, we came back, fell asleep and missed a couple mandatory meetings. Disoriented and still slightly intoxicated, our RA took revenge on us by assembling a fire drill around 8:30pm.
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