Heya folks! Update in the life of Lost…
So it was Do Something Different Week last week at my uni, meaning two things:
A) We all got a week off lectures/seminars
B) There was a bunch of stuff to do
Naturally, being the introvert I am, I didn’t do a lot; what I did do, however, was a “Grand Day Out” in London. (Meaning, we paid for a coach and they ditched us in the city for a few hours to entertain ourselves).
I went with my flatmates Cheshire and Curly, and was, to be frank, a little nervous – it’s a combination we’ve never been out in before, so we were all at least a lil curious to see how things turned out. Being the particular combo we were in, we all 100% forgot to plan anything until we were on the coach there, so our plans for the day were pretty sketchy at best.
First thing we did was drag Cheshire on the tube since he’s never been on before. Issue is, I’m too short to actually reach the bar above the doors, and it was too cramped to reach any of the other bars, so I wound up hanging on to him instead. (Years of surfing on a crowded school bus comes in handy after all, I guess.)
We made it to the Natural History Museum (yanno, the one with the huge blue whale skeleton? Pretty sweet) and it turns out I am actually only just taller than a giraffe’s shin. Sigh.
We also somehow forgot that there’s a dinosaur exhibit??? And wound up looking at rocks instead??? (That being said, we all geeked out over the rocks. None of us study anything remotely concerning rocks, but we geeked out over them anyway.)
Everything was going pretty well, all things considered. Then, as we were leaving, this announcement over the tannoy goes “Attention please,” and then…
…it just stops.
Being us, we shrugged it off and continued walking. As we made it to the end of the corridor, however, we were met by a guy who worked at the museum. Who told us we had to evacuate.
Yup. They literally evacuated the entire Natural History Museum.
I don’t know if any of you know what the foyer of the museum looks like, but it’s basically one huge room – it was packed. Literally no one could move towards the doors, and being 5’2, I couldn’t see a thing. Just people’s armpits and chests. Beautiful.
We escaped eventually because they got it together and started directing us through different exits, but like. Had there actually been a fire…
Anyway, we figured we’d go to Hyde Park. On our way there, Curly spotted the words “Free Viewings” and “Book of Mormon” – naturally, we assumed it was the musical. Then we noticed the statue of Jesus in the window.
It was, in fact, a church.
It was Curly’s idea to go in. We only intended to look around a bit, because it was pretty modern and were kinda curious as to what kind of church it was. We ended up getting a guided tour of the place (and a free copy of the Book of Mormon each). We said we had twenty minutes or so and wound up being there for nearly an hour, being preached at.
(This being said, the guy was very nice and I have nothing against him. I’m just still a little stunned that we found ourselves in that position.)
We never did make it to Hyde Park.
Luckily I was with two of the most laid-back people I know, so we just got on with it and went for something to eat after – and there were bubbles.
According to our flatmate Bird, these are pretty common on warm days in London, but none of us live there, so we were all pretty excited. There was a dude with this circle of string between two sticks and they weRE THE BIGGEST BUBBLES EVER IT’S SO EXCITING. I AM EXCITED NOW.
Either way, I had a brilliant day; we got a few cute photos and I got to spend time with two people I love a lot!!
tl:dr: We got evacuated from the Natural History Museum and wound up in a Mormon Church by accident for an hour. There were bubbles after. I love people. Woot.
Lots of love,