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Lap of luxury

Back in London, no more fan girls by my side. I caught the train back to London along with seemingly half the con. It didn't occur to me that it would be so crowded and most of the seats would be reserved, and I was very lucky to find a seat next to a young guy who told some of the carriages were totally booked . It pissed me off that the woman across the aisle spread her stuff out on an available seat so no one could sit there. What a bitch -- there were people sitting in the, what do you call it, the entry area where the toilets are that couple trains together.

Anyways, I was really sad to say goodbye to everyone. Cons make me so sappy. And with my health, I never know if I'll get back somewhere or not. But now I'm safely ensconced in my luxury hotel, having just had room service bring me a meal that cost an arm and a leg but was really good --I was so effing hungry that I can't remember ever tucking into anything that fast. They have a pool here but it closes early Sunday nights, so I took a bath and indulged in the super soft towels and robe and slippers.

I decided to splash out for the last couple days here, and I'm actually really glad I did because I'm so fucking tired and sore. I'm covered in bruises, some of them pretty dire like the egg-sized bruise and bump I gave to my knee today. This hotel's actually pretty cool so far, but some of the the tech stuff is baffling me. When I sat down to eat, though, I think everyone else must have heard my piercing squeal -- I discovered Case Histories was on BBC1, and I didn't recognize it, so I looked it up and sure enough there's a new series of Jackson Brodie movies!! Three 90-minute ones. I'd missed most of it but I'm thrilled I can get them when I get home. Oh Jackson , I love you so.

Tomorrow I'm meeting a colleague from the copyediting-L list for lunch, and then I'll mosey over to the Eye and go for a ride. Beyond that I have no plans. Except to swim.

Is it weird that I feel guilty because everywhere I go, I leave pinky purple stains from my hair? I feel like I should apologize.


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May. 20th, 2013 05:03 am (UTC)
Wow, Londoners must be bizarrely polite. Any train system I've been on in the US, people would be handing her her shit and sitting down.
May. 21st, 2013 03:42 pm (UTC)
I know, right? I kept wanting to stop the people desperately walking up and down the aisles for a seat and telling them she was just being a bitch, so sit there.
May. 21st, 2013 11:19 am (UTC)
I will try to get towels that are dark if I'm staying at a B&B as I feel bad if I ruin their pillowcases/towels/sheets. But if it's a big business, I'm not all that bothered!

Looking forward to seeing you tonight ...
May. 21st, 2013 03:30 pm (UTC)
Just tried to reply but it won't send relay mail. I'm at One Aldwych near the Strand. Not sure I'd it's near the theatre. I can meet you anyplace--I'm just getting ready right now . Oh and also rm 221

Edited at 2013-05-21 03:40 pm (UTC)
May. 21st, 2013 03:48 pm (UTC)
How about we meet at Fratelli la Bufala at 35 Villiers Street (the one that goes from Charing Cross station to the river)? Even closer to the theater and very nice (affordable) Italian.

Edited at 2013-05-21 03:49 pm (UTC)
May. 21st, 2013 03:50 pm (UTC)
Awesome, I'll see u there
May. 22nd, 2013 12:53 pm (UTC)
A new set of Case Histories??? SQUEEEEE!!!

ps...so glad you're having such fun. Give the UK a hug from me. ;)
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