Dear Diary,
So here is a tip for all of my readers. Don't invite me to stay at your house. Things will go wrong. So far here, I have managed to be the worst house guest in history for reasons that are completely out of my control. The first night, fionas cousin David greeted us that night with, "You idiots!" Because we were very very lost but only like a block away. Then fiona and I vowed that we were done being lost idiots. BUT of COURSE it got so much worse. Last night, we were supposed to meet david at a park after his austrailian rugby practice and go out for dinner. But en route, the worst thing ever happened! We were running to this train, and fiona got on right as the doors were closing, and of course diana is afraid to get squished and the doors closed! Fiona inside, Diana outside! There were all these people around, and I just wanted to say to them "did you just see that! What are the odds?" It was one of those let's laugh and cry at the same time moments. I didn't know where the hell his practice was, so just went to his house alone instead, and sat on the front stoop for a long time feeling sorry for myself. meanwhile, fiona is backtracking to his house and David is silently cursing us as he waits for an eternity at his practice. Fiona finally called him on his phone from the corner store and we arrange to meet him at a pub that of course we can't find. Last night we got the same, "You idiots" greeting when we finally found him. Not in a mean way of course, but we were idiots all the same. The night ended reasonably well, fiona and I got to know his aussie accountant mates and we rode a double decker bus with an actual destination. One of the perks of hanging out with locals. The tube is easy, but the buses? forget it.
What else can I say? I bought some pashimas today and ate very salty pasta, went to an amazinly fun museum with interactive activities and lots of very old and ornate dresses. Fiona and I got to try on corsets and hoop skirts. I dig museums with clothes, it's the same pleasure of shopping with no pressure to spend. What's not to like?
Love,
Diana