Friend: How was London?
Me: Really fun!
Friend: Do people actually talk like that over there?
Me: Yeah, I couldn't believe it. They don't get news there either. I didn't find out Michael Jackson died until I got back home.
Me: Yeah. Europe is basically a hole.
EDIT: Geez louise, I was joking! Of course we knew/London isn't a hole. Man.
Anyway, this was kind of the trip's anthem. ON THE PHONE, YOU AND ME, TIL DAWN, TIL THREE. Such passion! Lots of hotel room mental dance partying for that one? Mental for me at least, because a) I cannot dance, 2) I was too tired and don't think my jet lag ever completely evened out. I might be on Hungary time right now, honestly, and d) uhhh I preferred sitting around and thinking "MAN IF I WAS DANCING RIGHT NOW IT WOULD PROBABLY BE REALLY COOL."
Like I said, Elizabeth, Laia, Karl came, and Eden ended up joining us later because airlines are silly nilly shonky wonky. My dad and I did not have an especially good time chatting it up with the people at United, who all read my name as either Tavina, Tavis, or Talia. Go competence! *evil eye*
Shouldn't complain though, I mean LONDON. I packed lightly (er, for me, anyway) expecting to buy a lot of clothes but I didn't buy a thing other than chocolate!
All elevators should have this on the inside. *Reaches*Laia and me inside one of the port-a-potty changing rooms, painted red. Believe it.
My dad and I also went to Luella and Topshop. Luella has the cutest store with the cutest clothes and I wanted to give all of them a big hug. I tried on this dress, which actually went to my ANKLES, but looked amazing that way, and would still look amazing when I would grow, and fit it more properly. Not for $700 though (a SALE price, mind you and your mom). Sadfaceeeeee.
I was considering buying one of the tops, but my dad quickly steered me towards Topshop where things were cheaper (by a little). We weren't in there for long because the air conditioning was messed up, it was crowded, and we didn't have time to take a good look. Nothing that caught my eye agreed with my wallet (er, ziploc bag. RECESSIONISTA CHIC!) so mehhh.