waking up to the sound of bicycle bells ringing and car horns gong off every 2 minutes, like a teenager´s alarm clock on a Monday morning. i made my way out of bed and was only to be greeted with the infamous London showers. i started getting ready for the day and was out the door in 10 minutes. with Macy already being gone i was forced o find another form of transportation (she had a car), this led me to experience my first uber, i cant find any other way to describe this experience other than it being "chill" as the young people say. although i would like to point out the fact that the man who told me his name was earl, was trying to make small talk in a thick cockney English accent being polite and all that good stuff. then there was me with the expression of confusion bluntly sprawled across my face with no shape what so ever, i assume he took notice to this due to him just turning up the radio.
after and awkward 20 min uber ride i threw some cash in earl´s face i dashed out the car like a sister running away from her brother she pissed off. after getting away from that awkward situation in the stupidest way possible, i finally relized i got here the one and only oxford street. took in my surroundings from the kids laughing to the old women and men enjoying their tea time. i started off my shopping spree at a store called Primark which was basically a fashion humans holy grail. aisles of various clothes for various styles, also shoes of all sorts sneakers to heels. filling my basket with various items of clothes i stared at it in awe, it was everything you would ever want in a clothing store. walking up to the cash register i swiped my card with so much happiness, you would think i won the lottery. walking out with three large bags of clothing, i started walking threw oxford street on clothing high coming out shop after shop with a bag or bags in my hands.
after a few good hours of shopping, i earned my self some sore feet and more bags then id anticipated. so i stopped at cute little bakery on the side of the street called the grand cafe. to be completely honest with you i pulled another embarrassing moment and stood outside the little bakery taking pictures from multiple angles. yes, i had another tourist moment but it was Instagram worthy, so dont tell me you wouldn't do the same. after parking myself on a chair and sipping a cocktail and some tiny sandwiches, i got up and left the cafe. just before i left oxford street i hit up one more store, called new look. it was slightly more towards the grunge style, which personally is my forte so i had a quite pleasant time exploring the store. walking towards the main driving area i hauled a classic black taxi and let me tell it was a whole lot less awkward then the uber i took in the morning. i went straight to Macy's and dropped all my bags and collapsed onto the bed, completely dismissing the shouting Macy