36 hours in England
This weekend was really awesome but also really intense. It started on Friday:
Malin met me at work and we went straight to Trosa to have dinner with mum. Dad had to work, so unfortunately he wasn’t at home. When we got there dinner was served, mum had made this amazing chicken salad.
After dinner we got ready and went to the airport, had a bit of trouble at the check in. Apparently we had checked in very late and the system at the airport couldn’t see we were already checked in. This never happened before but we only had to go to the service center to get new tickets.
Everything went well until we got to London Victoria around 2 AM. We were going to take the train to East Croydon, but Victoria Station was closed. I asked a guy who was standing outside why it was closed and he said it was because they were under staffed. We talked to him for a bit and suddenly I noticed that he looked so much like my high school crush – Rolf Wanhainen who was a hockey goalie for the team I support. I realised that if I had still been 14 years old I probably would’ve fallen in love with this guy in less than a minute. Fortunately, I’m over my crush and I did not fall in love with this guy.
We had to stand outside (in the cold) and wait for 30 minutes and when we finally got to go inside we got our tickets and then we had to wait another 30 minutes for the train to leave. We decided to get off at another station that was closer to our hotel and get a taxi from there. When we finally got to the hotel we went to bed right away.
We got 5 hours of sleep before we got up and got ready. Got the train to East Croydon where we began our day out with breakfast at Pret. The weather was really nice so we could sit outside. It was really nice just sitting there in the sun with Malin, having breakfast and enjoying my BLT! <3
After that we were going shopping. We spent 2 ½ hours at Primark and could probably go for 2 ½ more. When we were (almost) done we met our friend Josh. He came with me when I was paying for everything and we both guessed how much I’d have to pay. I said £109 and Josh said £121. It was £187…
After that we were just walking around trying to decide what to have for food. We ended up at PizzaHut.
Me and Malin went back to our hotel and made chaos… Things everywhere, showers, make up, hockey and music. We went to the reception and asked for a few things: A hair dryer, a bucket with ice and a knife. “We’re doing weird things in our room, ahhaha”.
Josh showed up as the chaos was almost over. All I had to do was to decide what to wear, and I left it up to Josh and Malin. We got a cab to the event-thing where we met everyone else. It was really amazing to see everyone again!! We stayed at the event until it closed around midnight and from there we went to Ryan and Nash’s place where we hung out and played games. I had the best laugh when Malin was teaching Rick some Swedish. I haven’t laughed that much in a really really long time, thanks guys <3. I even had to go out from that room for a bit because I ended up laughing so hard I couldn’t even stand up. Yoga Hitler...
At 2:30 we had to go back to the hotel to pack our things and go home.
Our cab driver was a really aggressive driver, and I really hate going places by car. I’m usually wide awake when I'm in a car, especially when someone is driving like that. This time I couldn’t stay awake, even though I was scared.
For once we were not at the airport in the last minute. Actually the opposite this time. We arrived 3 hours before departure and had to wait for our flight. We had some breakfast and I went for some more shopping.
I said I'd fall asleep before our plane left the gate and we both did. I woke up for a bit when the plane started leaving the gate, and realised we both missed the safety-thing. We slept all the way to Sweden and as I got home I went straight to bed and slept some more...
This weekend was awesome. Intense, but awesome! <3 Thanks to everyone who was there and thanks for being awesome! <3
XXX
One week
You walk in at the airport and you can already feel the smell of jet fuel (only the most wonderful smell in the world – yes, fuck roses). You walk through security with that guilty face even though you know you did nothing wrong – just like walking out of the supermarket, not buying anything… You take a quick look in the shopping area before you sit down in the waiting area, on the most uncomfortable seat.
It’s been 2 minutes since you last checked the time. Only 2 minutes?! I wanna go now!!! This is what you keep doing until it’s time to leave.
The boarding queue is always really long and for some reason people end up standing behind each other walking on the same spot, just lifting their feet up and down. Maybe they think I’ll move faster if you do that. I’ve figured out: it doesn’t.
Once, I was standing in the queue and noticed that I had misspelled my name when I made my booking. I’m usually a control freak when it comes to names and spelling since I know how important it is when it comes to airlines, tickets and spelling. For once I did not double-triple check my name and after you’ve checked in there’s no turning back, you can’t change it. When I showed my ticket and passport to the Ryanair-lady I smiled and again I had that going-through-the-security-face only this time I knew I was guilty… She had a quick look and luckily she didn’t notice it.
When you’re finally on the plane you’re finally on your way. For real…
As the plane leaves the ground there’s only a few hours left until you’re there. You’re trying to get some sleep but there is just too much excitement. When you finally fall asleep the captain turns on the fasten seatbelt sign and it is time to wake up.
Stepping out from the plane, breathing foreign air, walking on foreign ground. Now it’s just the border control… The endless queue… Then it’s your turn: guilty face… And then, then you’re finally there…
Let the fun begin… One week baby, one week!
