Waking up in a foreign place is usually pretty scary. It is however something I have become accustomed to over my 28 years. With that said waking up in a foreign place in another Country is a whole new ball game(TWICE). Hearing the phrase “Who’s he belong to” Can really make you wonder. Fortunately I was not touched inappropriately or at least I don’t think.
It all started sometime last year. I don’t exactly remember when but enjoying Drinks as we do I casually mentioned I’d love to go to England sometime. Fast Forward a few months later I was on a plane with Broke Status’s very own pretty boy Mr.Holden Moore. I did not have a clue of the time I was about to have. A friend of mine reminded me to “Embrace the moment” I can proudly say I did.
We left on a Tuesday night, after a day of rechecking my bags and gear we set out for the Airport. This being my first time out of the Country I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous. A few beers at the airport bar tossed those butterflies out the window. We landed at Heathrow and I already loved it. Not only do I melt when a British women talks but the small things I began to notice got me even more psyched to be on the trip. Holden and I met his brother Hank to make our way via Bus to Cambridge!
Seeing Cambridge and the schools that are their was nothing short of breathtaking. Nothing I can say that would properly translate the History and amazingness that is in Cambridge. Village like setting yes, but there are structures that would be homes to kings located all about. It was something I won’t soon forget.
After a night in town and a early bed time we were picked up and on our way to London. I can’t Thank Ryan”Stantonz”Stewart enough, Not only for driving us around but more on that later. This was an adventure in itself. As Holden and Ryan chatted up and I sat in back just soaking it all in seeing things I’ve never seen before. The Merc he picked us up in suffered a bit of a malfunction, One shoelace later we were again on our way to London.
The rolling hills of England are truly amazing. By far one of the raddest things I have ever seen. If you haven’t figured it out yet this article is about much more then cars. This whole trip was more then cars, New friends in new places. That to me makes for quite a successful adventure.
Our first night in London was spent adjusting, and A person who I will leave unnamed consuming Duck Tongue….Cold Duck Tongue. YOLO Right?
Friday… Let’s get into friday. The crew was nice enough to take Holden and myself sight seeing. This was a great idea. Camera in hand I was ready to go out and check out London and all the things my eyes could take. Shortly into our venture there was in issue. The weather. Sight seeing in rain and sleet don’t really mix right? So we went with the next best thing Booze! Things went well for a while, The weather would clear after a beer or two so we would venture back out. This would allow us enough time to only find the next pub. I swear it was the wine that put me over the top.
We held strong and kept drinking, Prob a little to much. I remember getting tattooed… Yes It was planned!
After the tattoo things did start to get a bit blurry. Maybe it was the Old Fashioned, Maybe It was the beer. Things truly get swirly so I might lose you here. I remember a strip club, a bus ride. An Underground club with seemingly endless alley ways or catacombs. Again I promise nothing factual I was feeling lightheaded from the tattoo(Actually the drinks I can’t lie… Mom I’m sorry yes I was drunk in another country.) Piecing things together I can tell you I had a grand old time. Everyone did!
This was my view the next morning. If your going to wake up in a weird place make sure it’s awesome. That’s my two cents at least.
After a few phone calls and a quick prank, Ryan (see this is why I thank him he saved me from being lost in London entirely) and myself headed out to meet back up with everyone and make our way towards where Early Edition was being held the next day. Hangover in hand we set out!
It was a few hour drive to the hotel so I enjoyed the time to relax and take in more sights. We finally made our way to the hotel. I was pleasantly greeted by some familiar and unfamiliar faces. Everyone in the F6Squared crew rules. I mean that whole heartedly! Everyone one of you!
Saturday Night -
After a few pints and some introductions it was time to head out for the night again, Yes I am punishing my liver but hey I was on vacation. Stopped at a pub to begin the lubrication. This place was right up my alley tattoos, women and music I fit in quite well or I hope anyway. This was just a small precursor to the rest of the night. A few good conversations got me feeling like I knew these guys forever I knew nothing but a good time would be had. We ended up at what I can only express as a Macy’s of clubs. They had whatever suited your style. There was a floor dedicated to what I can only think of as a scene from the Movie Blade. I was sure to mind the exits, If Wesley Snipes appeared I was out. We made our way up to what I’d like to call the “Every Song You Heard In High School Room” This is where we stood, This is where we sang at the top of our lungs fueled by good times and of course Red Stripe. I don’t even drink Red Stripe well beyond this night I don’t.
Again I found myself in a foreign place, A Floor. This was not as comfortable as the first landing, it got even more uncomfortable when I found out I had a perfectly good Hotel room with BED just a few doors down. Don’t judge me for this failure I do have some redeeming quality’s!
Hungover again we made our way to the show grounds.
This was of course my first European show and I was truly impressed. The sheer quality of the cars was something I wasn’t quite ready for. Details Details Details, It was a wake up call to step things up to say the least.
From here on out I was considering myself “Edge” I didn’t want a sip of anything.
A few drinks later we found ourselves out and about for dinner on that Monday! Hahah I never promised anything just tried it.
Anyways, What Can I say besides the trip went by Way to fast. I can say that I have met some great people. I can’t Thank all of them enough. The entire F6Squared Crew is welcome over anytime. I will do my best to show you the hospitality and fun you showed me. I also can’t Thank Holden enough. Without him my international virginity would not have been taken.
I write this stuff with honesty and love. This was truly something I will never forget.
Thanks,
Josh Gengstout.
