Fast forward to 10.30am on the Thursday morning and we arrived at Stourbridge Junction train station; with girly dresses and red lips, we were ready to take London by storm and unleash the city girls we were born to be. We soon got on the train and so the selfies... I mean the journey, commenced. For two hours, we did nothing more than gossip, belly laugh and catch up on weeks of having not seen each other - and those two hours were wonderful. Sometimes simply talking to your best friend is just what you need and is the perfect reminder of why you're best friends in the first place.
The glorious concrete jungle came faster than expected and before we knew it, we found ourselves off the train and boarding the tube, trying to see if we could cope with its speed and somehow balance, whilst the regular commuters looked on absentmindedly, probably contemplating why these nearly 20 year olds were stood like sumo wrestlers, laughing at the fact that they were bumping into businessmen who clearly had somewhere better to be.
Our typical tourists were soon kicking in and upon arriving at Piccadilly tube station, we found a random man (on a side note, we didn't know his name, so I called him Jeff) and asked him to take our photo by the station sign, to which he did, but not without a bit of sighing and light mocking. It seems not everyone was as enthusiastic as us to be in the country's capital...
We walked, we wandered and took in as much of Leicester Square as we could, when suddenly, we found ourselves face to face with one of our old secondary school teachers... in London, what seems to be and feels like a million miles away from home. It was so lovely, we hadn't seen her for three years and to bump into her in London by chance made it even better. But what made the situation all the more surreal, was how we later bumped into an old friend from secondary school and sixth form in Covent Garden!
Now was the time for some serious shopping and, although for once we didn't buy anything, there is something strangely satisfying about trying on clothes that you cannot afford. Enter Jack Wills. I tried on what was possibly the most gorgeous, preppy and wonderfully pink co-ord suit and whilst I felt like I was about to watch a polo match and drink champagne at midday, I did secretly love it.
Catching our train home was admittedly a rush. We jumped on the train with ten minutes to spare, but couldn't find even two seats together so politely asked a typically beautiful young couple on a four seater if they could move all their crap off the the two spare seats that weren't otherwise in use so we could sit down. With sighing, eye rolling and the guy saying to me 'So... where exactly do you want to sit?' they reluctantly gave up their spare seats and we sat down. I say reluctantly because if the sighing and eye rolling wasn't enough, the woman said to her boyfriend "Oh, but will your legs be ok? They're quite long," to which he responded "It-it's ok. I'll stretch them out a bit later on," with a pained expression. Oh it's a tough life.
At 10.30pm, 12 hours on from when we caught our first train, we were home and the concrete jungle I had spent the day getting lost in was now a memory. But oh, what a wonderful memory. A memory of a hilarious day with my best friend where we poured our hearts out to each other in a two hour train journey, laughed until we nearly cried, ate for England, saw a crazy show and adventured through the streets of London.
What do you like to do with your best friend?