i've been cleaning for the second night in a row. i am disgusting and sweaty and smelly and my apartment is still only partially clean. i don't understand what i did to my apartment before i left to make it this disgusting, but it is quite phenomenal.
in other news, today micah and nick discovered the joys of daler mehndi (tunak tunak?) and have apparently been listening to it all day. how odd was it for me to be in the cold room lab watching four daler mehndis bhangra on micah's monitor? and people think the "real world" isn't surreal.
okay, so now i guess i should try to recall the events of my trip to ireland. should i start at the beginning? why not? (just because i love asking myself rhetorical questions, i suppose)
my trip kinda' started friday evening when i got home. after a few hours of frenzied packing and ticket re-shuffling (my original flight to boston -- the connecting flight to london -- was cancelled so i had to talk to delta for a while to get things figured out. kinda' worked out because my flight in london was now coming in at 930am instead of 6am) and obviously no cleaning, i drove to greensboro to stay at payal's parents' house for the night (it's halfway to raleigh, where i was flying out). it was fun hanging out and seeing her, though i fell asleep while we were watching cruel intentions (i'd seen it before). the next morning, we woke up decently early, had breakfast/lunch and went to target where i bought my first purse-type-thing (it's a SATCHEL and it's only meant for traveling -- holds a camera, cell phone, books, and even my passport -- quite handy.) and deoderant. then, we went home, i took a shower, checked email and i headed for raleigh. the airport was decently interesting (though parking was hell -- don't ever park at rdu) so i didn't read or write much (people-watching). the flights were pretty uneventful (as if i haven't already been rambling enough about mundane details); i met an elderly couple that had lived in springfield and arlington for a while (though really they'd lived all over the world) and a 3rd year duke student who was going to london to study at the london school of economics for a year (we chatted about the internet for a while until i gave up on his fluffy ass and pretended to sleep).
i got to london around 930am and finally made it out of customs, immigration and baggage check around 1030am, hoping lanette and max hadn't been waiting since 6am (i sent them an email but wasn't sure if they'd gotten it). they hadn't and it was a joyous reunion overall. we took a bus into the city (got caught up on recent and not-so-recent events in each others' lives during the ride -- i realized i hadn't really been talking to lanette much and felt guilty; and then i realized that my life had been boring as hell and she had been frolicking around europe, and the guilt kinda' dissipated) and checked into our hostel (the generator -- very cool; an old police barracks -- i definitely recommend y'all check it out). then we took the tube to chinatown, had some excellent dim sum; max proceeded to point out that i am very close-minded about food (nick, let this be a lesson to you -- no, i don't know what kind of lesson) and made me try some scallops. they were very good, much to my chagrin.
in any case, is it not obvious that this is becoming far too detailed and unwieldy? maybe i should stop while i'm ahead and quit for the night. besides, politically incorrect is on (i'm addicted) and it's mafia week. so, i'll leave off at the dim sum house in london's chinatown, sunday afternoon (haven't even gotten to ireland yet!). when i finish this up (or add more, anyway) tomorrow night, i fully intend to keep it relatively brief (except, maybe, for the part about the kissing kiwi). good night.