The last week arrived with a bang. frantic packing, loads and mountains of clothing, sheets, duvets, hair dryers, towels, used books and half filled bottles of vodka and cider lined the hallways. Indeed the remains of the semester have been left behind.
We said our goodbyes early to Fawn, Katie and Steph. Our night wednesday broke out into a tesco run that ended up at Opal, the smallest little club ever. to hot. to crowded. but i had to dance party with katie my love one last night. Thursday we had a huge dance party all afternoon and night in her room, singing and dancing and hugging and crying. It was really hard to see her go. but i know we'll see her soon...end of story. After she departed, we decided to drown our sorrows and go to Kavanaughs' one last night. swamped with old men of course. and some REALLY crazy dancers. Scotty got a run for his money with one girl ;) hahaha. watch for the you tube video of that one. :-D
Last week of work (thank god). I'll really miss the RTYC. The people and atmosphere the most. secretarial work? mmm not so much. But it's been the experience of a lifetime and no where in the world would i ever get to work with such a posh clientel and with such friendly coworkers and supervisors. At the end of Friday, Annabel and Jonathan were being sneaky. The captain gave a little speak at the close of the work day and presented me with a huge card from everyone, and Annabel and Jonathan bought me a tea diffuzer and tea cup from Harrods' as well as a RTYC polo. I'm sincerely going to miss working along side them. They have been great mentors.
Friday night was our staff Christmas party. I ran home after work to change and met up with Annabel, Jamie, Jonathan, Mike, Jamie's fiance, Monty and JG at a pub around the corner before we went to the drinks and canapes reception at the club. Headed over to the club for some bubbly champagne, the Grand raffle (in which Jonathan and Jamie had a competition to buy the most tickets), and actually had at least a 5 minute one on one conversation with the Vice Commodore. Mike won a bottle of high class champagne, and gave it to me. I proceeded to carry it around with me (unopened) to dinner and then had to walk home with it. Wow. i probably looked like a star. Dinner at Biagio's was really fun. We had Christmas Crackers (the poppers Tor has every year with the toys, fortunes and funny hats) and delicious sea food risotto. one of the best meals id had in four months. Said my goodbyes to everyone :( and then proceeded to walk home from Picadilly because I'm stupid like that.
Came back to the dorm, (it was only 1030? 11?) and I fell to the floor in the hallway. Our last night consisted of dance parties, sing alongs, hugs, and getting rid of as much alcohol that was left over as possible. I took a sip of the champagne that I had brought home for everyone, and cut myself off after that, but made sure that everyone else indulged and enjoyed every last drop. We pulled an allnighter for the most part before Dani's departure at 4 am. Danielle left at 6, and after that the tears just kept coming. I think my tear ducts are completely dry now. We said goodbye on the hour pretty much. Our morning commenced with a last breakfast together of Mario's omlettes, and bran flakes/muesli. Oh atlantic house canteen...
The new yorker flight was the last coach to peace out at 12. Lynn and Brad and Haley parted from the rest of us, and more tears were shed again. As we drove away from hyde park and gloucester road the tears kept flowing. It felt so surreal, like we weren't really leaving, and would be seeing the streets that had become so familiar to us over the past four months sometime really soon.
The airport scene was a disaster in a nutshell. I waited to check in for an hour and a half or more, had to repack my suitcases at one point, almost had to pay for overweight, got lost on my way to the security check, got my bag searched and emptied entirely at security, couldn't find my gate, almost missed the plane. literally was crying, and running down the halls *by myself* right in the nick of time. Josine was in line a few up from me, in the same frantic state, and ashley b came running up behind me 3 minutes later. Some of the kids had been able to get on way before us and had a chance to eat, but i hadnt even had a chance to pee since 1130 that morning. Ashley had said Scott and Christie were still behind us somewhere and she didn'tknow if they were going to make the plane. Scott was the last one on the plane, and Christie didn't even make the 4 oclock. It was hell. The flight itself was much better. I passed out off and on, and watched Ratatouille and Harry Potter :)
I wish you could have seen the smiles and excitement on all of our faces when we landed. A wave of happiness rushed over me. As i turned the corner from customs, of course there's mom at the gate yelling "KRISTA!!! KRISTA!!!" (you know what im talking about) and snapping 800 pictures. I pull over to the side, and get side swiped by Britty, who wasnt supposed to be there. Then 2 minutes later i see this poster near me with a huge Cupcake on it, covering someones face and it said welcome home cupcake! and i screamed (elbowing a woman next to me apparently) and attacked Jodie who surprised me as well. The tear ducts opened up again, and i was so happy to see everyone.
Snow was falling, and covered the ground when i got home. And it's still snowing now. We have about 2 feet out there. The house is completely covered in Christmas decor, the tree is lit and the stove is burning bright. It's wonderful.
I miss London already, but it's amazing to be home. The comforts I've missed so much are right at my finger tips. I miss you all already and I hope everyone had a safe flight home, and I can't wait to see you all again at Steph's wedding. ROAD TRIP 2009!!!!
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