Since the majority of the participants in the BUNAC program are American, the
club organized a fourth of July cruise on the Thames River for this evening.
It was a lot of fun, and immediately after, Luke, Riad, and I set off for the
train station to catch a ride to the airport. Since we did not travel out of
Heathrow airport like Riad, Luke and I were forced to wait two hours for our
train. As I am sure many of you know, it can get rather cold in London, and on
this particular night it was about 45 degrees. Now for something you may not
know: Luke becomes rather irritable as he sobers up. Like everyone else, he
had a few on the boat cruise tonight and instead of simply falling asleep on
the train platform and sleeping it off like most others would do, he spread
himself out on the concrete floor and screamed a series of random obscenities
for about 45 minutes. I have honestly never seen a person of his intelligence
simply sit back and resort to such caveman-like activities.
As myself and the other more appropriately clothed platformers were laughing
at Luke's drunken rant, his stomach must have finally digested a great deal of
the gassy beer, and as a result, Luke developed a horrible case of the beer
farts. So now we heard random obscenities accompanied by probably the loudest
farts to ever hit platform 2 at King's Cross Station. Myself and others
nearby responded by simply laughing louder, and some people even looked at me
as if I were responsible for or somehow knew this bloated man. I really,
really wish I had the video camera. After our body temps dropped about ten
degrees, the train finally did show up. We made it to the airport on time,
caught our easyJet flight to Madrid, and were completely unconscious before
takeoff.