||[Jan. 2nd, 2007|02:21 am]
New Year's was (mostly) fun. We bussed down to London to see the fireworks + generally imbibe the atmosphere. Gerard and I left about 1pm, had a dramatic race to the Swatch 'megastore' before it closed at 4pm so I could get Gerard the Swatch he wanted, and then meandered around the Covent Gardens market area until we met Katya, Helena, and Katya's friend Julia at around 6pm. I also tried a Gingerbread Latte at Starbucks, which was surprisingly tasty. At any rate, after we met up we looked around Leicester Square for a decent but not too expensive restaurant. Luckily, we found one just as it began to rain heavily. I'd say the food was good, except apparently it gave me FOOD POISONING, as I was to dicover later in the evening/early morning. After the restaurant we walked past Trafalgar Square to look at the giant Christmas tree, took some photos in front of Westminster Abbey, and were planning on seeing more than one end of Buckingham Palace but alas, it was closed off. We then walked to a pub down near the river and made fun of the top floor music ('Laidback Tunes For A Night In' - their words, not mine), which was so ludicrously inappropriate for late night New Year's Eve in a pub in the middle of central London that it had us in stitches every time the next maudlin, depressing ballad came on. It didn't take long to convince us that they were either a) trying to encourage the suicidal to go now, before life got even worse, or b) trying to convince everyone that this year was so horrible that things could only get better. Then we convinced Gerard to pose with stuff on his head, ala his favourite rabbit. Good times.
We left the pub a bit late, largely thanks to Helena's friends not showing up, so our firework watching position wasn't the best, but it was still pretty impressive. We were right near the bridge, which was literally crammed full with thousands and thousands of people. Afterwards we walked back towards Victoria Station and pedestrians had completely taken over the roads, along with cars that were beeping in a complete (and intentional) cacophony. Helena left us at Victoria Station, and then we waited for a while for the next Oxford Tube to turn up, since bizarrely the virtually empty one that was there when we arrived merrily sailed off while refusing to open its doors. The ride back was kind of disgusting because I swear one of the children behind us wet their pants, which stunk, but at least we left just in time before the rain began. Gerard and I got chips, cheese and garlic sauce from a kebab van on the way home, which I soon regretted after I arrived home and started repeatedly throwing up. Mmm, intense stomach pain and extended shivering in a corner of the bathroom floor next to the toilet, just the way you want to begin every New Year, right? Eventually I lapsed into unconsciousness and I feel a lot better today, if a bit weird in the stomach. Damn you restaurant chicken. Gerard has been very sweet though, making me soup and letting me lounge around in bed.
I hope everyone else is having an excellent 2007.