Shout out, to my momma (who doesn't read this). It's her 48th birthday today.
So at a cost of about $1120, I have booked 15 nights in England for 3 people in hostels.
I'm glad. Now I can stop obsessing about where we are going to stay, and on to more important obsessions, like what we are going to do there.
I wish I could say my travel companions were helpful, but alas, they only knew that they wanted to spend time in London.
I asked my cousin, So I've booked our time in London, where else do you want to go?
And she answered, I don't know. I know nothing about London.
I ask again: We can figure out what to do in London later, I want to know where else in England you want to go.
She replies, Uh, I don't really know anything about London.
Yup. This was a useful conversation. I managed to bite my nails into even shorter stubs.
Or, take this conversation with my little sister:
I ask, So where else in England do you want to go?
She answers, I don't really know.
I try a different approach, Well, are you interested in seeing more small towns, or cities? Do you want to go to a coastal area? North or South? I've been looking at information about some of their national parks...
She says, Well, the Ocean sounds nice...Let's go to the beach or something.
Sam, England is an island surrounded by water, you need to be more specific.
Finally she says, All I know is that I want to go clubbing in London, get fucked up, you know?
At this point I am ready to pull out my hair. Why go to England to do something she does almost everyday here (minus the club atmosphere)?
In other news, I like the Sunroom again after last night's impoverished rage. I went from making $9 in tips for 3.5 hours last night, to $80 in tips in 6 hours today. This is the occupational hazard of waiting tables, your income tends to fluctuate a bit.
And on a final, unrelated note, Frank rolled his eyes today when I told him that I like music that makes me walk like I'm gliding. Is this really a strange statement?