A nite in Stansted Airport

Saturday: Got up around 10, headed out. We got tickets for the London hop on, hop off tour bus. I thought it would be lame but it actually was super interesting and a very convenient way to see everything. Our first guide was actually quite funny, making cracks about Tony Blaire and such. At one point we passed a statue of Abe Lincoln that the US gave the UK as a gift, the guide said "we are gonna give them a gift next year, tony blaire and i dont mean a statue"...hahha. After the tour we ate from the pizza buffet at Pizza Hut...mmmmm...so american. Then we walked around Piccadilly Circus. Piccadilly Circus reminds me of New York time square...very busy lots of tourists. pretty awesome to see. We then headed down by the River Thames. We went into a brilliat art gallery, the Hayward. It was my favorite thing we saw in London. They had an exhibition based off a french surrealist magazine from the 40s. They had a lot of Picasso, Miro, and other great works. They also had some photography and sculptures. Basicly anything written about in the magazine was fair game. I really really liked it. If you are in London it is for sure worth checking out. With a student card it costed about 6 pounds. After the gallery we checked out a skatepark for a few...and then headed back to the hostel for our bags.
Since our flight was at 8am Sunday morning and their would be no way for us to get there early enough for check in, we decieded to sleep at the airport...what a poor decision. We booked a train to the airport at 11:30...so we chilled in the trainstation pub to watch the match. (I was very pleased that Germany came in 3rd place since all the matches are being held in their country.) Anyways... after a few pints we boarded the train...we got to Stansted at about midnite. Which meant we had 6 hours to kill before we could check in. Stansted is nothing like DTW, there really were no chairs to speak of. Many others who were sleeping there had planned ahead and brought sleeping bags...no not us. We ended up sleeping on piles of our own dirty clothes...now thats class. I believe the shame is still burning inside. hhhaha. The worst moment arised when we were shued away from the front of a store. Nothing like waking up suddenly on the floor of an airport and abruptly told to gather your pile of dirty clothes and prepare for movement. Then we napped infront of an airline that didnt open till 4. At 4, we moved finally to some vacant chairs. and slept until our plane at 6. When we stepped off that plane to dublin, it was the happiest moment of my life. hahhah
All and all i would say that the trip to London was a success. It was quite an adventure. Although i think its worth mentioning that i much prefer Dublin.