London town. And all I'm looking for is a pint.

I have now done two of the most terrifying things of my life in the past 24 hours. I left for three months to a continent I don't know too well with no particular direction and I SHAVED MY BEARD!!!! Totally off. Clean baby faced ready to take on the world. I forgot what it was like to feel the wind on my cheeks, or to feel rain hit my chin. I must tell you all, I do not like it at all. Not one bit. This is the first time with no facial hair in a year and a half, no joke. I feel as though a part of be is missing. It is my majestic beard friend that is gone.

Ps. Not shaving or trimming till I get home. Word.

So I have heard that everyone always says you take way more stuff than you need. True. My bag, while not overly big, is still quite heavy. I may also be out of shape.


Let's start with the goodbyes. It was nice to see so many people before I left. Weird to realize I won't see them again for so long.
My mom and dad drove me to the airport, which was a nice goodbye. From there it was me on my own.
I followed through on my plan and grabbed a beer asap. Then after I sat down in the lounge to wait for then to board and for the sleeping pills to take hold. Let me explain the pills. I took off at ten on wed night and landed at ten thurs morn London time. So to avoid jetlag I slept the whole way. It more or less worked. I'm feelin pretty good.

As I was sitting in the lounge a woman starts talking to me. I'm thinking "sweet, makin friends already." apparently she had cut her hand and needed a tissue, not a new friend. Although I have now turned the not friends thing into a humanitarian relief award. So...winner.

Flight was good slept mostly. Woke up for food though. The food wasn't too terrible, they won me over with the bite of brownie things.

Customs line was long. I joked around with the customs agent.....word of advice. Don't.

Figured out the tube and train systems enough to get to the right station and met up with Shannon Todd! Woo Toddski!!!


She took me back to her place and then we grabbed lunch. Thai. Yum.

Then I walked with her to her library. By the way, her school library IS A CASTLE!!! Like serious.
The architecture on so many of the buildings here is magnificent. Just amazing. We walked all along the
Thames and such. It's really nice here, at least if it wasn't pissing rain I'm sure it would be at least.

After dropping her off I meandered around. Saw some cool stuff, but was mostly craving a beer. Apparently the Brits are crazy about how they order beer. Something about going up with your table number and then I dunno. Regardless. I spent a lot of time walking in the rain but all i wanted was a beer.

I an now soaking wet, sitting in a pub named after an arctic mammal that looked like a manatee with tusks.
Oh...and I found a friend. She is tall, blonde, and named Stella.

I love beer.