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London Calling

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2004-09-21 11:34:24

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OK, so I am studying in Northern France and we are planning a trip, right?

Of course, everyone wants to go to Amsterdam. Me? Not so much I would love to see the canals, Anne Frank, and the Van Gogh museums. However, as I always end up with a group of guys, the idea of coffee shops and girls in windows did not really appeal to me. So I was like, London, London, London!

But everyone else was Amsterdam, Amsterdam, Amsterdam! So then, My friend Tiff says that she has friends in England and that we should totally plan on London. Yes! Eurostar! Big Ben! Sexy accents! Indian Food! Pints of lager! Tate Modern! Top Shop! I am so, so excited.

Then Tiff tells me that she's skipping our going-away party at school to go to London the following weekend, because of some friends in... Islington, I think it was? Anyway, her friends are throwing another party. I was already set to dance Shakira (don't ask) at the closing party, and was going to Nice the very next day, so there was no way I could make it that weekend. I so didn't want to go by myself. Luckily, a few days back at Dupon, I met Alex. Alex is the coolest and says that he'll come to London with me. We go to buy our tickets for London and then Nice, we're set! So that weekend, Alex picks me up in my dorm at 8:30. We are at the train station having breakfast by 8:45, totally ready for our 9:15 train. I am telling Alex how cool he is to travel with, our train leaves and then... he realizes he left his passport in his dorm.

Did I freak out? Completely. So we are clearing French customs and British customs in Lille to board the Eurostar, and they don't let him get on the train. I continue freaking out. We debate whether to ditch London and do Paris instead that weekend. My friend Dan was in London that weekend, so I leave a frantic voicemail telling him we are stuck in Lille, and that we may be in Paris instead. ...