Now I've already written an entire post about meeting Paul McCartney,
for those of you who haven't, take a look here.
The sparknote version:
Heather and I met Paul McCartney.
We waited on Oxford Street for about 30 hours.
That entailed sleeping on a sidewalk
in the middle of October in London.
You would think that sleeping on the street would be a memory enough,
but Heather and I like to push the limits
and make ourselves look even more pathetic than was thought to be possible.
In the afternoon in line, we were able to step out if one of us stayed and saved our spots.
Which was good, because we had brought nothing compared to the others in line (which you'll see below).
So with that,
our solution is to run to Primark
and buy one blanket each for the night.
That should be good, right?
What we didn't have enough sense to realize,
was that at night, it does in fact get cold in London.
It gets really cold.
And I mean, while we have tons of experience sleeping on sidewalks,
we didn't quite fully grasp how freezing the pavement is in the middle of the night.
I'm just going to give you a visual of Heather and I's situation on sleeping on the street
versus the others who waited in line as well.
And then you can see what Heather and I are working with...
Yes. Those are cardboard boxes we are sleeping on.
They actually aren't even cardboard boxes.
One is a Dominos Pizza box, and the other is a Primark brown shopping bag.
If you're wondering how rock bottom looks,
there you have it.
The next day when we were in the line to meet Paul,
the staff was around us commenting on the people who waited overnight.
We just happened to walk past one of the guys while he was mid-sentance saying,
"Yea you all were real prepared for the night!"
Naturally, I grew the slightest smile with a "really? you think we did good?"
That was followed with a "Oh no... no, no, definitely not you girls.. you had nothing! hahaha!"
Oh. Yea. You noticed too...
Moral of the story?
Thank God this all ended with Paul McCartney.