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So I got back last night, the trip was fine, the plane was pretty empty so I bagged a nice bulk head seat, had some dinner, took a sleeping tablet and that was me, gone. The immigration part was also fine, very quick, the guy was polite and not a pig as some of them are. A cheeky hispanic guy made me open my case, hey they choose random people, it's just the way it is. Then I noticed he was smiling as he lifted one of my thongs out of the bag, fucking cheeky bastard. I guess they have to get their thrills somewhere huh?
So then I went to the cash machine to, well get cash for the cab and my card is all fucked up, so I couldn't get any cash, which means people I had to get the Airtrain, then the A subway BACK to Manhattan. What a pain in the ass, and at 1am in the morning, some seriously questionable people on the subway, let me tell you.
So by the time I dragged my case up the subway stairs, then over to my apartment, then up 3 flights i was completely exhausted, literally checked my messages, email etc and flopped into my adorable, comfortable bed. I love my bed.
So where do I start? well you'll be happy to know that I do have digital pictures, BUT I left the charger for the camera and the wires at my mum's house (hope my pal isn't too pissed with me) oops, yeah I know, but what with the baby, my nana, my brother, his girlfriend AND the rest of our extended family, it was a complete madhouse and I knew that it was highly likely that I would leave something. Just a shame it was something that wasn't mine, because I feel bad about that, BUT my mum is sending it pronto over here, so it should be here in a day or two, so then you can see my mad family.
So I'll pretty much over the next few days just summarise my trip, I mean come on, you don't want every single detail as it would be a tad boring for you, as it really was a family thing, but with a few nights spent with my crazy assed girlfriends in Manchester City. Which by the way is still looking fine, except of course for the Piccadilly Area, which sucks, I hate it round there and I'm afraid I hate the people as well. Aw come on, there are serious white trash round there, not one of them has a clear complexion, good posture, good figure, good hair, nothing, nada, and the attitude, OH MY GOD, you happen to glance at one of them and they look like they want to kill you. That's the thing with Manchester people, they're very defensive, my mother's like that, you say the slightest thing and she snaps. Then again I'm probably just as bad but don't realise it.
It was great to see my folks and my nephew OH MY GOD, he's just too cute. My dad, my brother AND Marcus came to meet me at Manchester airport. My dad was holding Marcus in front of him and he had a big HI AUNTY SAM sign draped over his front. I nearly cried, it was so sweet, and he just looked straight at me and smiled? It was wild, he doesn't know me for shit this kid, but he just gave me the biggest smile you've ever seen. Then Russell (my brother) took my bag and I was given Marcus and he continued to smile, played with my necklaces, but not too hard and just kept starting at me, with that..."so who are you then" kind of look, SO CUTE.
Of course they hadn't told my nana that I was coming so when she saw me, she completely lost it, it was so sweet, she's so tiny my nana, I call her Frodo, she laughs, even though she doesn't know who that is. Also my Aunty Lee and her husband Tony were over from New Zealand which is like a 25 hour journey for them. There's me complaining that I was a bit tired, I thought our Lee was going to fly for me.
So that was Friday, hold on I have to go put my laundry in the tumble dryer...I'll be back.
Ok I'm back, so yeah on that Friday, me and my family hung out at the house, then went to an oldly worldly pub in the country, where the youngest person was the barmaid and even she was in her fifties, oh yeah, not exactly young and rocking where my family live. So yeah we had a lovely lunch, my mum had made the most amazing cake for my nana, so we all took lots of pictures and drank ourselves silly. My dad insisted on getting the bill, much to the delight of everyone else in my family, including me. So after that we went back to the house, and just hung out, a few neighbors came by, I didn't know them, so I just hung outside smoking a bit of grass with my brother and his girlfriend Sharon, who is a complete pill, totally barking mad, love her to pieces. And you know all through that weekend myself and Russell never argued once, which is totally not like us, we always go to war about something, well we're both Gemini's, stubborn as mules and with foul tempers to boot, so it always kicks off, but you know it was just sooo nice to spend time with each other and the rest of our family, that we just really enjoyed each other's company.
So on the Saturday, myself, Sharon and Russell went into Chester City in search of a salon so that me and Sharon could get a mani. Yeah I know, not an easy feat, but guess what we DID FIND SOMEWHERE. Actually before that I nipped into a little church that is in the centre of the city, just to say a prayer like I always do on Sept 11th, while the others went for a walk. It wasn't exactly a church though? well it was, but they'd turned half of it, into a fucking cafe, so all I could hear, whilst trying to pray was these little old women discussing the bloody scones...HELLOOO, TIME OF REFLECTION HERE, CAN WE KEEP IT DOWN????
Where was I? oh yeah so me and Sharon found this salon, it had only been open two weeks and I think they were a tad pleased when myself and Sharon walked in. Now you have to realise that the UK is a little behind on the whole mani/pedi phenomenon, they haven't really got their shit together and this place was no exception. Don't get wrong the staff were really nice, much nicer than the Asian girls that I go to over here, but it's the little things isn't it? like for instance no hot water bowls to dip one hand in to soften cuticles, also they consider the hand massage an EXTRA addition which they charge separately for (I DON'T THINK SO). But the real cock up on their behalf was the fact that they charge you AFTER they apply the polish, so because it was Sharon's treat, the girl who did her was digging around her jean pockets and her handbag to get money. Can you imagine someone doing that in New York, you'd slap them. So I politely made a suggestion that they should extract our money AFTER they've finished cleaning/filing our nails and BEFORE they apply polish. They kind of looked a bit sheepish to be honest, but a little defiant as well, so not sure what will happen. Please like I care.
Right I'm done with Saturday up to now, I'm exhausted typing all this and besides I have to do other things, and then go to work. Yes I do still have a job, but let's see what the job description includes shall we, as I have a feeling that things have be churned up since I left for England. But I'm hoping that my pal at SHOP magazine will meet with me and well, you never know....something good might come of that.
I must send her an email to meet up for cocktails.
Oh yeah HEELLLOOO I know it's just little ole me, but some of you certain people out there have professed to really miss me this week, but do I hear the phone, my email bleep, my instant message pop up every 5 seconds.....NO I DON'T. and it's 11:06.....
Kisses, see you later
