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A dirty weekend

We recently had the bank holiday easter weekend, I’m guessing not everyone gets a bank holiday but anyway here’s low down.

I spent the weekend with my boyfriend and his family, the Saturday was perfectly fine I met my Boyfriend after an annoying travel delay but it was expected. I ended up spending an enjoying evening with his family I even got an unexpected present 😊who doesn’t like presents.  Anyhow the evening ended on nice note, don’t worry this not the end becuase that would be boring 😴

The next day was a different story  all together, the morning started out fine I got up had breaksfast, showered the usual morning stuff. I checked the trains  as I was walking out of my house  and quelle surprise no Charing Cross trains very frustrating and I had just missed a Victoria train which meant a twenty minute wait for another one. You’re probably thinking what she moaning about it’s only. A travel delay and you’re right, however little did I know what I was going to do later on that day. So I met my boyfriend at Picadilly Circus slighly later then expected but still in time to get tickets to the film ‘ The Boy’ which I would recommend seeing if you haven’t already.  Go to Haymarket at this point my bladder was about to burst I went to look for the ladies after we had purchased the tickets, my boyfriend goes ” you’ve gone past the ladies, what you gonna do piss in the cinema'” he laughs I didn’t have time to smart mouth him, I quickly ran into the womens and relieved my pressurised bladder and it was relieving to say the least. As I was coming up the stairs I saw my boyfriend buying a hot dog and a large coke with one straw I was going to say where’s mine but then I rememered I’m GLUTEN INTOLERANT. Instead I ask him why he didn’t get two straws, he goes we can share and I reply with” I don’t know where your mouth has been.” My boyfriend and I have an unusal relationship built on cutting comments. He laughs and  we enter the empty cinema I was nice till an old man showed up. Pervert comes to mind especially when they’re some raunchy scences which obviously got my boyfriends attention the horny bastard. As the film finished we left and had a coffee before going back to his to get our things to go to the hotel, this would be the dirty part of the weekend oh so I thought.

We get the tube back to his house and spend some there catching up on the People Vs Oj Simpson and grab a bite to eat before heading out.  As we leave it starts to rain the weather forcast wasn’t promising, so the rain was no suprise. The walk to the bus stop seemed fine and it was quite a long bus journey but there’s me thinking oh atleast the Travel Lodge isn’t that it’s at terminal 5 theres loads of hotels around there. So after a cumbersome bus ride we get off and I ask how far’s the hotel from here and he’s like it’s only 10-15 minutes i’m like ok that’s not far. We’re walking for while and we pass atleast three hotels and I’m getting a bit tired the pavement starts narrowing and gets more county like. I start to realise that i’m not wearing the right shoes we pass the Hilton and I’m like why didn’t book it here. His response it’s too expensive for one night and takes my bag from me he could tell I was getting tired. We finally approach the stupid travel lodge but it’s an industrial park and there’s no signs marking the entrance, we end up walking around the entire circumference of the hotel and it’s raining and almost end up the motorway. I say to boyfriend “phone the f*ckig hotel and find out where the entrance is. ” at this point im so irate we’re running up down looking for the entrance at the instructions on the other end of the phone.  We see a gate with a stupid looking sign pointing to the entrance the hotel with a woman walking out who starts lecturing us about how easy it is to find when driving. We both look at her like wolves getting ready to attack but she still carries on talking. We eventually enter the foyer to check in and look like a pair of drowned rats. I avoid looking at the receptionist who was perfectly nice.

To cut a long story short don’t go to Travel loge at Terminal 5 Heathrow,  the rest of weekend was a big improvement if you know what I mean 😈

Scarlett Pimpernel

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