So the first day LL came to York, she arrived in the afternoon. Amazingly, I was on time to meet her at the station. However, her bus had arrived early and so she made it seem as though I was late again. What a sucker. The marriage was doomed from the start.
So we walked into a pub where LL had sausages and mash and I had mushrooms with garlic bread. Before that, we had filled out bags with salmon for dinner. For dinner, I invited my friend Mehdi along.
We all had tepanyaki and were damn amused when things crackled and sizzled and threatened to kill us. That was our 'Reunion Dinner'
On Thursday, LL's second day in York, I had to attend a seminar in the afternoon and was forced to leave her alone in the city for 2 hours. I really shouldn't have done that. I should have been with her to keep an eye on her and protect the peace-loving citizens of York.
While I was stuck in King's Manor giving a presentation, LL dressed up as a Viking and went marauding in the city. She caused so much trouble that the local police officers had to arrest her and lock her up.
When I got out of class, I got a call from the police asking me to go down to the station to bail LL out. I didn't have the cash so I decided to try to break LL out of the station without paying the bond. Unfortunately, the escape was badly planned and we both ended up in jail for the night.
They let us out the next morning and we felt it would be best if we left town for a while. So we fled to the lovely seaside settlement of Whitby. We took a bus to Whitby. A 2 hour bus. LL was ok since she got used to 6 hour bus rides. But I was dying as usual. LL tried to sleep and Mehdi and I kept kachiao-ing her until she wanted to kill us. Then we let her sleep for about 10 mins. Then kachiao her again...
At Whitby, we met Grace. Grace was looking quite cute so we took photos of her. Hi Grace!
We climed up to the cliff where the ruins of Whitby Abbey were. Having just escaped from York Dungeon, LL and I were still quite attitude. See:
After killing Mehdi, we buried him in the graveyard behind Whitby Abbey. It was a grave mistake.
The obvious solution was to bury her in the same graveyard so she revived as one of the undead too. We then continued our tour of the ruins. We met some fluffly and nice yellow ducks. Obviously, our two extremely mature, 21+ yr old friends had to do silly things like talk to ducks.
Watever...
Watever...
On Saturday, we decided to be lazy and wake up late. We then took a train to Leeds. this time, we didn't kill Mehdi as we needed his services.
Because we went to eat in some funky Iranian restaurant where all the people were speaking Persian. Luckily the three of us were unanimous in our decisions. What did we want for lunch? Food. Food. Food. So ok, no problem.
Eat and sleep, like a little pig.
There was a lot of food. Seriously a lot of food. Look at that whole lot of rice left on LL's plate. She didn't finish her food. There was that much... It was good and cheap. For less than the price of a pub meal, we feasted like kings. You should have seen the food but we ate all the good-looking ones up. Maybe LL has pictures?
That night, I banished LL from the kitchen and baked her a brownie cake with blueberries on it. It was a pre-mix pack and I still managed to screw it up. I can cook many things. but the simplest baking thing will kill me. Why is baking so complicated??? Anyway, everyone politely pretended that the cake wasn't gooey and uncooked and that was our dinner. Of course, we were on sugar high after that. Me and LL didn't sleep til 3am. *we had lots of bedroom fun* ;)
The next morning after breakfast, LL and I took the bus to the station. We were early. So we went to the National Railway Museum. LL looked like an idiot who had gone to the wrong place. With her HUGE backpack, she was obviously heading someplace. It just looked like she was trying to board the exhibit trains... haha.
And at last, it was time for me to get rid of her. I kicked her into the path of an oncoming bus and this was her last pitiful look before she fell. Bye Liling!!!
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