Homework for the Overactive Brain

Today's Quote--"Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday to me..."

Monday, March 24, 2003

 

T. From S.
Day 10, March 23, 2003
(About Glasgow) On Plane Home

So, about yesterday...we slept in (a wee bit) and relaxed in the Prince St. Gardens before heading off to the train station. I feel stronger, I can carry my bag for further distances and longer times--though the girls are still always 3 feet ahead and still raring to go when I beg for a stop. Of course it doesn't matter now...I'm on the plane home. Anyway, back to yesterday. We got our tickets and rode the one hour trip to Glasgow.

We came out of the Queen St. Station to find George Square filled with war protestors...and surrounded by Yellowjackets (AKA Police). Looked for 1/2 hour for a place to eat lunch and ended up in KFC. Then the protestors marched down the street just outside...we watched and E. estimated there were about 2,000 protestors. In 4 days we saw 3 protests. I took many pictures and might write an article for the Pearl...we'll see what managing editor W. says. Then we sat in St. Enoch Square, watching people.

At 3 we checked into our hostel and met Collene from Rochester, NY who was in the same room with us. It was very nice, and us being old hands at the whole hostel thing (right...) we got to share some of the tings we've learned. I read for awhile while E. slept and A went for a walk with C. That book...it's good but I won't finish it before it's due...*sigh*, Oh well. Then we went to dinner at Pizza Hut with C. It was nice to have someone new to talk with...not that I don't love A and E, we've just spent a lot of time together. However, I'm glad I've been able to spend some quality time with them...I just wonder if they feel the same way...my manic depressive side has been coming out and it's not very nice.

So we came back to the hostel around 9:30--we had sat and talked for a long time. Then we went to play two short games of pool...not likely! We met up with an Aussie who's name none of us caught and Niles, the 26 yearold Irishman, both were drunk, but Niles was a very nice, intelligent drunk, and attractive...hm--interesting note, we met a few drunk boys, but none were really attractive because they were drunk (eg. if they had been sober it might have been better), but Niles, even though he was drunk had had been for a while and the trend was likely to continue, was still attractive. Interesting contradictions.

Anyway, we got back to our room at 11:30 (right, short pool game...). Pool has been the best way for us to meet boys, I noticed. Thank you Master George! Got up early today and packed everything up. Kind of sad to leave such a beautiful and friendly country, but happy to be going home. As E. said, I appreciated more about home. Got to the airport early after walking through deserted Glasgow. Bought a few duty free items and got searched as I got on the plane. Security in Scotland is different, more strict in some was (more questions) and less in others. I'm a little nervous about customs...we've got a 1 hour layover to get to our next flight and go through customs--and since we're in a war, it'll likely be rough going. I hope we can make it!

The girls and I didn't get seated together--they're in the row in front of me, but we're in exit rows so there's more leg room, which I appreciate. Anyway, P-hat's going to pick us up and we're going to put our film in ASAP...though I've got about 12 more shots on this roll...grrr. Well, time for lunch!

GL 10:13 PM