So Dear Boyfriend and I are spending a week in London at a lovely hostel. It's a renovated Victorian children's hospital, and it is far more gorgeous than most 4 star hotels I've stayed at. Beautiful decore, a lovely couple's double bed option that is actually affordable, free internet, and free breakfast. However, even the loveliest hostel can deal you frustrating roommates and last night/this morning was no exception. Thus far every morning, at 7:30 on the dot the natives get restless and begin packing, unpacking, and slamming the door in and out of the room. Fine, people get up earlier than me, I'll deal. But last night/this morning there was more noise and comings and goings than ever before, so when I woke up feeling a bit sick I decided to blame it on all the sleep depravation.
I've started coming up with names for my neighbors based on their morning and evening offenses. There is Epic Snorer, High Heels on the Stairs Wearers, Girls Who Seem To Have Packed Entirely in Crinkly Plastic Bags, Overly Perfect Couple, and Backpack On the Bed Setter Downer, the last most being forgiven for the nosiy forcefullness with which he arranges his backpack directly above my bed because he tried to awaken Epic Snorer last night and save us all.
Needless to say, today will have an easier pace. We're going to see the Gay Pride parade!
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