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Oh dear lord,

The last few days have been more than hilarious. These seem to be the wild hijinks that only we would get into. Our plan was from Inverness to take the overnight to London. We arrived in Inverness and guess what? The bus to London is full. It wasn't going to be full till Glasgow, so we decided to hop on and figure it out in Glasgow. Peeps, don't ever buy the National Express BritXPlorer pass, it is awful and not worth it. We saw Stirling on the way to Glasgow. Once we reached there, we saw another bus to London. Hannah goes up to ask the bus driver if he has room, ha, as if he would. We have a few hysterical moments while wondering what to do. Hannah was about to suck it up and ask her mom to research hotels in Glasgow.

Oh, yea of little faith in my stubborn-ness. I had an inspired plan. There was a Scottish CityLink bus that was going to Edinburgh. We were more familiar with that city anyhow and we could stay in Belford again. We get in and frantically search for Belford Hostel's phone number, which funnily enough, I had thrown away before we reached the Inverness bus. Hannah called her mom and casually asked for the number as a "confirmation," and of course then I find the number within a mass of printed papers,

We reach the hostel uninjured. The plan is to research the bus schedule tomorrow so we could go to the bus station on time. Ha, sound easy enough, right? The hostel only has two computers which cost a pound to use. That was fine, except both computers were out of order. The hilarity . . . Another hysterical laughing moments later, Hannah calls Terrence to check. It totally saved our lives. I think I'll let Hannah fill in the rest. I'm so tired.

I'll skip forward to now. I am in my dear sweet home of California. Sadly, I regret not buying a bottle of champagne because I totally could have gotten it past customs. It's okay, I got chocolate liquors past customs and I didn't even try to hide it. You know on backpacks the pocket on the outside for water bottles, I put it in there. It was too bad I didn't really like them very much, whatevs, my Dad did. Oh yeah, I'm on the level with my parents. My mom knows Hannah's mom didn't actually come and my dad knows I drink. Honesty rocks and guilt sucks.

Allie Out!