here suzie short part 3
This is going to be short I promise. I too high right now to keep writing.
On my first day I did a fast forward tour of London. To be completely honest, I don’t give a fuck about most sightseeing in London so it was easy. I had more interest in the subways than places like Buckingham Palace. I looked forward to eating walkers crips and crunchies. Screw checking out the neighborhoods. But I just HAD to see Westminster Abbey. Westminster is the steel balls of the pansy faced London. I had a vodka fake cran and we headed out.
The first stop was the Tower of London. Well, lie, I saw it when we were on our way to the hotel but this time I could really check it out. It was great having Luka around to explain all the parts of the building to me. I wasn’t just looking at an old ass building. He made it interesting without getting too tour guide on me. It’s a bit grounding to stand in front of a building that’s older than the country I live in. Not a single building in the United States is as old as the Tower of London. I don’t understand that being a city so old, with so much history can also come off as so superficial, lacking in culture. You have a giant, amazing building directly in front of you but then if you look down the block there’s a giant, tacky ferris wheel in the middle of no where. Forget that though, the Tower of London was amazing. It looked beautiful on the way home as well, with the sun setting behind it. The light coming through the windows was the same warm tone of the sun. So pretty. At one point we sat on a bench for a cigarette because I was tired…very tired. We checked out Goths. Goths, and castles and really bad Ug boots. I was so tired I started talking like a stoner, but I swear I didn’t smoke. I pulled out my money, to try to figure it out again (I still haven’t figured it out) and I was like, ‘dude, what’s nemo?” Yeah, ya’ll aint up on it. It's just a thing that I still laugh at when I think about it.
After that I hit up the Tower bridge…fucking A awesome. I dig bridges. It’s small but goddamn it’s awesome to look at. Luka also provided the history lesson for that one. I took about a thousand photographs. I was tempted to buy really cheesey tourist crap but passed on that.
When I finished up at the Tower Bridge we made our way over to the brutally kick ass Westminster Abbey. I might have this mixed up, after all it was over a month ago. Fuck, I might even be getting the days mixed up. They’re all so close to each other anyway, so whatever. At first I didn’t even realize I was there. I was walking and babbling on as usual and Luka tapped me on the shoulder as was like, dude, turn around! I could have dropped dead right then and there. Most people probably wont understand my fascination with Westminster Abbey. Ever since I took that course on Gothic Cathedrals, I’ve been amazed by it. It feels likes it’s a big ‘fuck you’ to the English people because in general, they didn’t get down with the Gothic style…that’s a French thing. I couldn’t compose myself. I think I might have even clapped. It’s a masterpiece. I never thought I’d ever stand in front of Westminster Abbey. I’m sure when/if I ever make it out to St Denis or Notre Dame, Westminster will seem like chump change, but for now, it’s one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been to. Just before we left I called mom on the hospital. She wasn’t sounding as good as I thought she would. She couldn’t really speak but I figured it was because of the morphine so I told her to get rest and that I’d be calling her later on to tell her all about it. That was the last time I ever spoke to her.
We went out to grab a bite to eat and went back to the hotel. I got in trouble for over tipping. We didn’t know when the rail stopped running so leaving early was pretty smart. I had a drink, watched German tv, found out the pope was in some bad shape, then passed out.
On my first day I did a fast forward tour of London. To be completely honest, I don’t give a fuck about most sightseeing in London so it was easy. I had more interest in the subways than places like Buckingham Palace. I looked forward to eating walkers crips and crunchies. Screw checking out the neighborhoods. But I just HAD to see Westminster Abbey. Westminster is the steel balls of the pansy faced London. I had a vodka fake cran and we headed out.
The first stop was the Tower of London. Well, lie, I saw it when we were on our way to the hotel but this time I could really check it out. It was great having Luka around to explain all the parts of the building to me. I wasn’t just looking at an old ass building. He made it interesting without getting too tour guide on me. It’s a bit grounding to stand in front of a building that’s older than the country I live in. Not a single building in the United States is as old as the Tower of London. I don’t understand that being a city so old, with so much history can also come off as so superficial, lacking in culture. You have a giant, amazing building directly in front of you but then if you look down the block there’s a giant, tacky ferris wheel in the middle of no where. Forget that though, the Tower of London was amazing. It looked beautiful on the way home as well, with the sun setting behind it. The light coming through the windows was the same warm tone of the sun. So pretty. At one point we sat on a bench for a cigarette because I was tired…very tired. We checked out Goths. Goths, and castles and really bad Ug boots. I was so tired I started talking like a stoner, but I swear I didn’t smoke. I pulled out my money, to try to figure it out again (I still haven’t figured it out) and I was like, ‘dude, what’s nemo?” Yeah, ya’ll aint up on it. It's just a thing that I still laugh at when I think about it.
After that I hit up the Tower bridge…fucking A awesome. I dig bridges. It’s small but goddamn it’s awesome to look at. Luka also provided the history lesson for that one. I took about a thousand photographs. I was tempted to buy really cheesey tourist crap but passed on that.
When I finished up at the Tower Bridge we made our way over to the brutally kick ass Westminster Abbey. I might have this mixed up, after all it was over a month ago. Fuck, I might even be getting the days mixed up. They’re all so close to each other anyway, so whatever. At first I didn’t even realize I was there. I was walking and babbling on as usual and Luka tapped me on the shoulder as was like, dude, turn around! I could have dropped dead right then and there. Most people probably wont understand my fascination with Westminster Abbey. Ever since I took that course on Gothic Cathedrals, I’ve been amazed by it. It feels likes it’s a big ‘fuck you’ to the English people because in general, they didn’t get down with the Gothic style…that’s a French thing. I couldn’t compose myself. I think I might have even clapped. It’s a masterpiece. I never thought I’d ever stand in front of Westminster Abbey. I’m sure when/if I ever make it out to St Denis or Notre Dame, Westminster will seem like chump change, but for now, it’s one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been to. Just before we left I called mom on the hospital. She wasn’t sounding as good as I thought she would. She couldn’t really speak but I figured it was because of the morphine so I told her to get rest and that I’d be calling her later on to tell her all about it. That was the last time I ever spoke to her.
We went out to grab a bite to eat and went back to the hotel. I got in trouble for over tipping. We didn’t know when the rail stopped running so leaving early was pretty smart. I had a drink, watched German tv, found out the pope was in some bad shape, then passed out.