London Aleigha Style

This blog post is intended for the enjoyment of those you who truyly know me well. If you fall into this category, you would know that I have a knack for making the wrong decision at the worst possible time, run late when I had the best intentions of being on time, I will inevitably lose something, trip, get lost, or some odd combination of all of the above. We all know it could not have truly been an Aleigha Weekend without one of the above occuring.
Let's commence with Friday. I was supposed to leave my house at 6 am, in order to catch a bus at 7, to get to my plane by 9. No problem- I never oversleep, and I responsibley set my alarm for 5:15 am in order to allow plenty of time for me to drag and my feet and double check my baggage. I woke up to the sound of someone using the bathroom, rolled over to check the time, and GASP. It was 5:54! I leapt out of my bed, threw on my clothes (which had been pre-laid out the night before) and dashed our the door. I made it to my tram stop by 6:06, got to the bus with no problems. I could now breathe, everything was under control. I made it through customs, no worries, got on the plane, safely landed in London, and life was good. I was even smart enough to pre-purchase my train ticket at the airport. I located my platform, and hopped on the train. Unfortunately, when arriving in London,I discovered that I took the wrong train, and was forced to purchase a new ticket. So I shelled out another 20 pounds. Which for me, is a small fortune that could have purchsed quite a bit of food and Brittish treats. But no. That went towards my "train ticket". Located my subway to where i stayed, made it to lodging, no problems at all. The rest of the day was just lovely, and I met up with my friend Ali. We went to dinner at a traditional British restaurant, and I had what is called "hunter's chicken." It was a chicken breast covered in bacon with melted cheese on top. Delicious. Saturday rolled around, and went smoothly for the most part- until I realized that I had misplaced my book. It was gone. Saturday managed to go smoothly, went to the National Galleries, Brittish Museum, Buckingham Palace, and St. James Gardens. Lovely afternoon. And I had a nice lunch of Country Vegetable Soup and a Mustard/Chicken sandwich toasted on Ciabetta bread at a tiny restaurant that specializes in serving seasonal food. I spent the afternoon walking around London, taking in the city I have always dreamt of seeing. The city where so much history has happened. I had to leave that night, and took the train back to the airport around midnight. I then had to spend the night in the airport aka. worst night of my life. I basically got no sleep. Made it back safely to Grenoble around 10 am, missed the 10:30 bus back to the city. Waited around, exhausted and hungry, until 1:45. I ate overpriced, horrible airport food, and attempted sleep. Finally the bus came, and I made it back to home sweet home. And that is how an Aleigha style, whirl-wind trip to London is done.