Actually the housekeeping ladies were quite annoying as they kept knocking to clean my room, I tried to explain that we were checking out today, but they didn't seem to get it.
I eventually packed earlier than I was going to, left the room and asked reception to watch my case while I went off to do some last minute shopping. I didn't really see much, just a few bits and bobs that I can't get over in New York, nothing big.
One thing I LOVE about London is over the last few years, maybe a bit longer, they have organised trains to take you to the London Borough airports, namely Heathrow and Gatwick. Today I was flying from Gatwick up to Manchester, so all I had to do was get a cab to Victoria station and hope on the train which lets you off at Gatwick, it only takes about 25 minutes and is a very pleasant journey. As opposed to the extortionate fare and hassle ridden ride a cab would be.
Gatwick Airport isn't as flashy as Heathrow, but you know it's an airport, who gives a crap. The last time I was here was just before I flew to Amsterdam for Julie's hen weekend...DON'T REMIND ME?
I was a bit peeved as my flight was delayed by 1.5 hours. So I got a silly gift for Julie and then went off in search for food as I was famished.
Now the thing with England as I'm sure you all know is that you can smoke fucking anywhere, I swear you could probably light up in a church. The airports being NO exception. I found a so so restaurant, with gangs of lads all sat round small tables, fagging and drinking, on route to Amsterdam for a boysy booze up. They looked at me like I was some kind of Alien...what a woman travelling alone" GOOD GOD. Freaks. Anyway I ignored them and sat and ordered soup and a sandwich which was horrible, but the choice wasn't great. I text mailed Morpheus during my lunch, this made me smile as he text me straight back, saying that he was on the train from Paddington to Heathrow to fly back to New York. God aren't we just well travelled people, in the same country but at different airports, wow, we're like spy's or something...me sad I know!!
The flight to Manchester was very quick, I declined a sloppy sandwich as I knew that I was late to meet the girls in the Metropolitan pub in Didsbury, I felt bad because I knew I'd be late, but what was I to do?
By the time I got the cab from Manchester Airport to Julie's house in Cheadle Hulme she seemed a bit anxious, apparently none of my "sorry got delayed" text go through, which was rather annoying for her AND me. So in a matter of like 10 minutes I'd applied a bit more slap, changed my shoes into my fab new sexy high heeled boots and we were on our way.
The girls all looked great, especially Lisa she's finally lost all the baby weight and looks like her old self, sexy and hot to trot. Janet was also out looking very happy with her glowing fabulous skin that she has, then of course there was Lynda, love Lynda, quiet but fucking mental when she's had a drink, and of course my Julie, the love of my girlfriend life.
We had a table reserved which was just as well because the place was packed with loads of cute and very young Manchester lads. Actually we were put right next to a fire place which nearly made me pass out, or was that the large amounts of wine consumed? It was great to see the girls, it always is, it was a shame though that Jill wasn't able to make it out, apparently her boiler had fucked up, so she had no heating or any hot water and believe you me it was a bit chilly out. So that was a shame.
The food is delicious in The Metropolitan which makes a change from what it used to be like when it was the Midland Pub, a very very dodgy place, that any decent person would not frequent. Well we did, but that's because we were nutters in those days and thought we were hard enough to handle watching people getting stabbed every 5 minutes....oooh those were the days!!
Eventually we left, and myself and Julie went home, cracked open some more wine and stayed up till 4am, reliving our youth, remember: we met when I was 18 and she was 21....oh yeah we've been best friends FOREVER! Not really too sure what we blabbed about? but I know there was giggles, some tears and a helluva lot of hugging. I love Julie, she rocks.
It was funny because she does have a spare room, but because Nick her husband was away, she was like, "well you can stay with me if you want", which I duly jumped at, because we used to share a bed in her old, tiny flat in Salford eons ago, so it brought back memories, especially when the dirty bitch started farting in bed......oh god they stink they really do!!