Wine, a moment of slight panic, and 3 hours worth of arriving

The first time it really hit me (smacked me in the face really) that I was on a plane to a different country was when the flight attendant leaned over and asked, "Would you like some wine with your dinner, love?"  Honestly, I looked at her like, "WHAT?  Isn't that illeg-- wait a minute..." Then, of course, I informed her that I'd love some of the white wine please, and I gleefully sipped said wine feeling super classy.

My creative juices just ran out, and I was meaning to write a lot more, but my brain decided that it is done.  Basically, it took me and 3 friends 3 damn hours to finally get out into real live London air; we spent all of that time in lines, on trains, and walking through an unreasonable amount of airport.  Also, when I was about to board my plane to London, I realized that I had forgotten my brand new (super awesome) trench coat at the terminal where my flight to Chicago got off.  I also forgot my orange fleece .  So I talked to some people and nothing happened, but I also was told to email someone so HOPEFULLY I'll get my stuff mailed home.  

I have a roommate.  My room is the NICEST dorm room I've ever seen- it has its own minuscule bathroom, microwave, and fridge, not to mention the 2 flatscreen TVs attached to the ends of the beds so we each can watch shows (I guess).  It took me roughly 20 minutes to figure out how to open the drawers (you push in, then it pops out- who would've guessed that?).

So, I'm here! YAY!

Yours Truly,

The Management