London: Day Two

Day Two was off to a late start. My fault. I told J-Flo I just wanted to wake up when my body was ready. I went to bed at 3AM and woke up at 11:30AM. Guess my internal clock is just like it is in Jew York... We didn't leave until about 2PM. We had breakfast and did some laundry. I planned some day trips. Once we finally got on the tube, I was super stoked to see this gorilla picture. I love goriilas. They're great - and don't you f'ing fight me on this! Gorilla's future was so bright, had to put mah stunnas on. (I'm kidding, idiots).

Anyway, I only had two things I wanted to see: Craven Cottage (Fulham football stadium) and Stamford Bridge (Chelsea football stadium). We did a lot of walking and a lot of exploring today. We serendipitously stumbled upon some awesome gems. One is the statue to the left.

J-Flo and I decided to walk along the Thames and hit up the Cottage first. I was really excited to see where one of my favorite players (Carlos Bocanegra) used to play and also see the surrounding ritzy neighborhood. I was pretty impressed with most everything I saw in Fulham. The stadium was beautiful and the pitch was gorgeous. It made me want to slide tackle some bitches.

We pussyfooted around the stadium a bit and made our way towards Chelsea. As we were leaving Fulham we came across a red Vespa that I really wanted to jack. Jaime wouldn't let me. Good call. I haven't ridden any type of motorcylce/scooter in years and would probably stall or fall... or go to jail.

We made it to Chelsea unscathed, but walked a shit ton around those districts. Once we made it to Stamford Bridge I realized my brother would probably murder me. He loathes Chelsea. So, like the truly antagonizing asshole I am, I took a bunch of pictures for him (which I've already emailed) and kept laughing maniacally just thinking of the Skype conversation I would have with him.

They had this really dorky but hilarious photo of all the starting players for Cheslea FC where you could sit down and pretend you were part of the team. Of course I partook in the idiocy - this is me we are talking about afterall.

Here is a close-up and then an equally dorky picture of me with the paper-version of Michael Ballack:

We decided to quickly trot home (to Wimbledon), grab some groceries and I'd cook for Jamie - but not without taking a dumb, touristy picture in a phonebooth first. On our way back, we decided to walk through Brompton cemetary. It wasn't until that moment - after knowing each other since we were 14 - that Jamie and I realized what wimps we are...

Dusk was rolling in. Rain fell from the sky. We were walking with the dead. Jamie chastised me because I had earlier made mention of a terrible smell coming from a nearby park. Without even thinking I yelped "what if they are burning the corpses from a nearby cemetary" and laughed at what a horrible thought that was.

Now, we were IN a cemetary... and it was scary. Jaime insisted the spirits were irate with me because of my earlier comment. All of a sudden a little golf cart with flashing lights came careening toward us. The two guards told us the cemetary was closing and told us to move toward the exit as soon as possible. We still had a bit of a walk to get to the other side. We IMMEDIATELY started freaking out that we were going to get locked in. We put a pep in our step. I kept thinking some asshole was going to jump out of the bushes to scare us. Jaime said the guards were going to bury us alive. A raven landed near us and we froze. We were SUCH little pussies. It was embarrassing.

Regardless, we made it out alive. Big shocker, right? After waiting a bit for the tube, we made it home to cook, clean and watch some comedy. We watched some Jimmy Carr and Ricky Gervais. Gervais is so brilliant!

At the end of Day Two, I can definitely say I've been able to see so much of London already - and seeing as though I still have another week here, I've decided to take some day trips.

I bought train tickets to go to Wales tomorrow because, why not? It's about a 4 and a half hour trek. I'll go it alone. It'll be awesome. I've really been looking forward to some alone time - especially since I was feeling so damn spread-thin in New York. I'm stoked. I'm hoping to stay about 5 hours and see: Liberty Stadium, The Murmers, Swansea Castle, Plantasia and other ish. We'll see how I do.

Alright, I love you, guys! Sorry these posts have been so terrible - I don't care to proofread or write well. Honestly, I think I've gotten exponentially stupider since I've graduated college. Oh well, maybe some Bukowski will help me. I'll have a LOT of time to read on my way to and fro Wales...

Mmmmbye!

PS. This is my favorite sign I have found in all of London. Enjoy!