sweater -Jones NY/thrifted
skirt - Worthington/JCP
boots - Black Kitten/Akira
Sunday! Almost the end of my trip. I broke down and finally checked out some museums. I decided on the Natural History Museum. The building was gorgeous.
However, there were too many people inside, a TON of children (I'm not a fan) and they pretty much had the same shit I could see at The Field Museum in Chicago. I spent some time in here before going across the way to the Victory & Albert Museum.
The V&A Museum is so pretty! These pics don't capture it. But, I spent too much time in the Natural History Museum and I had very little time left before the V&A closed.
I looked at some religious stuff, and saw this hand that I thought was cool.
Then I hit the statues (to be honest, I was just aimlessly wandering).
This one was so amazing in person. I tried to capture it's amazingness. When you think about the fact that these are carved out of hard materials (stone/marble/whatever), it is even more awesome.
Light-hearted? Sorry you lost that contest, bro. Time to get skinned alive!
Then I found the fashion area, and wished I hadn't spent so much time reading about weird Greek mythology statues.
Getting through doorways = Not happening in this dress.
If I was a dude, this would be my look. If I could pull this off now, this would be my look.
After the museums closed, I got on a bus and when I heard "Harrod's", hopped off.
But, I didn't have much time, as it was Sunday, and they were closing in about 15 minutes. I saw some bags and some shoes.
Then I walked.
I was looking for a sculpture of a man holding up an elephant that I had seen from a bus on a different day, but I found this instead.
Then I walked some more and decided I would buy myself a decent dinner (I had been doing food on the cheap up to this point). I was so hungry, I couldn't decide what to get. I stopped into a bar in Soho to get a glass of wine, and see if I could get a recommendation.
I met a boy named Geo. We talked for awhile, he assumed I was a lesbian, we laughed about it because I get it a lot and it's understandable considering I was in a gay bar, then he invited me to meet his friends.
At G-A-Y, I meet several of Geo's friends. All are nice. I'm having a blast, drinking wine. We go to 3 different bars. Mind you, I hadn't eaten since breakfast around 1 pm, so I got very drunk. At some point, I decide I'm done and leave. (I'm not sure if I even said goodbye, but that's what drunk people do sometimes.) I get into a rickshaw but am out of cash and I can't find my credit card (I'm thinking I left it at the bar). I tell the driver that I can pull out cash if he brings me to an ATM. Meanwhile, I'm calling the bar and a hostel. (Why a hostel?! No clue.) He brings me to an ATM. There I try to pull out cash several times (7, I find out the next day), and it keeps telling me declined. I try both ATMs at the bank. I apologize profusely to the guy, and tell him I guess he can just leave me there. He's a gentleman (seriously) and drives me to a bus stop. (Either he's a gentleman, or I'm that drunk, or both.) I offer to bring him money the next day but he tells me he isn't working and I feel terrible because I'm leaving the day after. He says it's OK, but I know it's not. As he pedals away, I find my credit card in a different pocket. FUCK. Also, fuck it. Not waiting for a bus. I flag a taxi that takes credit cards and pay £30 to get home. I ask the guy to stop at the grocery store that closes at 11 PM before realizing that it's 4 AM. I had both time zones listed on my phone, so I'm going with that as to why I'm so far off.
I go to bed hungry.
Stay tuned for the morning realizations from my drunken evening.
