London: minus my bag, plus a new friend

Chris and I just finished dinner - pardon - supper, and are getting ready to head out to the student union for a fun night of festivites. According to Chris the college expereince is not so much about studying, which people at Berkeley do way too much of, as it is drinking, so I am about to get school. Chris is trying to make me British, but I'm not having it with my proud American ways.

So...flight was bumpy, worst turbulance ever. Worse service ever - who ever heard of a five hour flight in which they charge for peanuts and only do one round of drink service - bullocks! (For future reference, I was on Air Canada.) On top of all this, my bag is no where to be found. No one knows where it is.

Despite all these short comings, I found the best in flight company in a daper young Canadian who, as fate would have it, just happened to be sitting next to me on my way to London. Matt is a native of Toronto who was on his way to London for a short stay becasue of a friends wedding. (What the hell is with everyone getting married?!) Anyways, good conversation was had, we watched some quality comedy on his snazzy DVD player and slept for a bit. Being a true gentleman, Matt graciously waited with me while I contemplated where my backpack may be, before taking off on the tube.

Still have no sense of what time or day it is. Hopefully a night of heavy drinking and some sleep will solve this problem and I'll be a bit more myself tomorrow. Cheers!