"A pint of Sssssstella, please" / Highway to hell

Yesterday was the first day that I actually went to a pub with someone other than Paula or Ethan, but it didn't last much.

Starting with the afternoon task. I talked to Adri on messenger the day before and he gave me the name of this school (Scott's College London) and I went there to see how things were. It's on Oxford St. but really at the beginning, where all the cheapest stores are and there's a lot of noise and traffic...
It was just a tiny door and one girl was standing in fron of this door holding a big sign of the school (like the ones 'buy/sell gold' in Brazil. I mean, not EXACTLY like those, but it felt like the ones). The place didn't have AC and all the windows were open and the traffic noise was unbearable. I spoke to this Brazilian girl, Deborah (her English stunk) and she wasn't really in the mood to give me information about the school. I overheard her conversation on the phone about a group of 10 students and 4 of them didn't make it to London.
I don't know, I didn't like the place at all.
Adriano sent me a few other schools to take a look and I'll do this tomorrow, my last free-day before working on the whole weekend.

After being treated like shit by this Deborah girl, I had to get to Old St. tube station to meet my cousin Patricia. We arranged to meet at 8 o'clock, but I got there a little earlier, much earlier in fact. I got the bus 55 and it was very simple to find the station. The bus was kinda crowded. I waited for her for about an hour and we went to this place that was like a shit hole. A friend of hers was DJing there and we had to go just to say hey and spent some time there. The music was really good (he played 'Refazenda', Red Hot + Rio version) and I drank the hottest beer ever. Really, I don't think they had a fridge in the bar, I think they just served the beer out of the supermarket shelf!!! Awful.
We went to this pub afterwards and it was way better (but far from ideal). It was after 9 pm and as you already know, pubs here close at 11 pm. The pub was full of people and we went to the counter and asked for a pint of Stella (I still don't know the beers around here so I took my cousin's advice. It was a good beer).



The thing about British beer is that you can really get drunk in a matter of minutes, depending on the way you drink it or whether you have eaten something or not. I hadn't had anything after lunch and was drinking kinda fast so the second time I went to the bathroom I sort of tumbled... I was ok, but the body wasn't!
It was nearly 11 pm and I decided to go for my last pint. When I got to the counter I told the bartender: "a pint of sssssssstella, please". He made this face, he certainly wanted to laugh because I couldn't even say the name of the beer! It was embarressing!!!! Anyway, I had my pint and we left.

Well, how would I get home? I got the bus 55 back to Oxford St. with Patricia. She told me it would take me near the 159 bus stop. The problem was: I started to feel like going to the loo...
At the beginning of Oxford St. (almost in front of the shit hole school), the bus driver screams: 'last stop!' What do you mean last stop? I'll have to walk all the way to Oxford Circus? Feeling like peeing? Jesus Christ, this can't be happening!
What was I supposed to do? I started walking. Every fucking place that I looked was closed, not even a McDonald's open, a bar, a shop, anything!!!
I kept on walking till the bus stop. I would get the night bus 159 (N159). I even considered going on the street, you know, one of the little streets crossing Oxford, but I decided to hold it in.
The bus didn't take long to come and it was almost empty. However, as we drove by people started to get on the bus, it was stopping in every single bust stop and more people kept coming and going. I passed by the Big Ben and Parliament and London Eye again, but what once felt like a thrill now felt like the highway to hell! No fucking kidding.
Where the hell was Brixton????
After about 20 minutes I thought about getting off the bus and going anywhere.

I finally spotted the railway bridge. Thank you, Jesus! But those last 10 minutes never came to an end. All traffic lights were red.
I got off the bus and started walking towards home. Suddenly, I felt little drops... Man, I was peeing my pants! I started running and I felt more drops and I got home, went upstairs and AT LAST got to the bathroom...
I think if I lived half block away, I wouldn't have held it in. Honestly.
After this ordeal I needed something to feel good. What would that be? BEER!
I had a few in the fridge but not John Smith's, the other one that isn't so good and that I can't remember the name right now. It didn't matter. I drank it anyway.
I listend to some music, went online, watched TV and fell asleep in fron of it. I woke up at 8 in the morning with the TV on (I had never done this in my whole life). I turned it off and went to my bed. I slept until 1 pm.