Who doesn't want to party at a megalithic, ancient ruin?

Alright. So Saturday night, I went to Stonehenge with the guys from the flat below us, J, JT, and Steve. Now, I really hadn’t hung out with them before but I figured hey I’m in England, it’s the summer solstice, really how many chances like that does one person get?

Now the last train leaving for Stonehenge left at 10:28. We showed up at the train station, sans tickets, at 10:15. After attempting to buy said tickets, we remembered the stupid machines don’t take US credit cards and none of us had enough cash. Since there was literally only one minute left before the train headed out, we sprinted towards the platform. Ticketless, we jumped aboard seconds before the train pulled out. We got split up in our scramble to get seats and JT and I were quietly freaking out about the situation, while J calmly went and found the guy collecting tickets, bought our tickets and crisis averted.

After we got off the train, we had to take a bus, which of course required more tickets. While J was once again being responsible, JT and I made friends with Caty, the girl with a cat nose and whiskers drawn on in sparkly paint. I soon was sporting a sparkly star and JT, a butterfly. Steve joined us at this point and was rewarded with a giant S for Stonehenge.

Once we got off the bus we saw.. Stonehenge! Actually, not yet, it was really dark so we couldn’t see much of anything and then we had to hike about a mile to get to the actual stones. All totally worth it though, because once we made it to the rocks, we were so close we could touch them. In fact, we did more than tough them; we stood on one of the fallen ones. T’was sweet!

After we made it up on that rock, Steve and I refused to leave for anything. As a bonus, I also got to make friends with Mark the Wizard. He had a long gray beard, a cloak, and a giant magic stick. Pretty sure he was a druid. He was there with the woman he is hand fasted to. He grew up close to Stonehenge and had been to these festivals like 42 times (it was in the 40s, but don’t quite remember what number). After explaining which way the sun came up and at the winter solstice, where it set, he let me try his home brewed honey mead since it was my first time to Stonehenge. Wizards are so cool. Also, he only lives 5 tube stops away from me.

As the night went on, we made other random friends. Close to 36,000 people showed up. The only thing not to show up was the sun the next morning. Stupid British weather. Oh well.

On the way back to get the bus, Steve and I got separated from the other two. This was mainly because we really, really, really had to pee. Unfortunately, after that we ended up walking the wrong direction through a giant field of cars. For some reason we walked all the way through before admitting it was wrong, backtracking, and then still having to walk all the way to the bus. Miserable, especially since we had definitely gone from drunk straight to hung over. Then we had to buy more bus tickets since J had ours and of course we just missed the train, so we had to wait 50 min for the next one (we napped in the evil metal chairs on the platform). Sleep deprived, we climbed on the train, where we realized I no longer had my ticket. Turns out that wasn’t even our problem. Instead we got yelled at by the ticket man because there was only two people in our party of four and apparently you’re not allowed to split up. However, he gave up and let us nap. After the train, another bus ride, and we were finally home, 12 hours after our initial venture out of the house.