From the best night ever to a not-so-good morning.

The club lived up to every expectation we could have had. Four floors of non-stop techno raving. Greg J, Ryan, Dave and I were blown away by the strobe lights/fog/lasers etc. Colin was exhausted so he didn't come out with us and just hung out at the hostel. But the place was unbelievable. Every once in a while, we'd head outside to catch some fresh air and chat with other people there. We talked about America, stereotypes about our country and more; it was quite the unexpected insight into the British view of the US. After a solid, dance-filled 5 hours, we left the club at 3:45 a.m. Now, early in the evening, I realized that I didn't have my passport with me, but assumed that it was back in the room somewhere and that I would get it when I came. This comes into play later.

Frustatingly, but hilariously, we get completely baffled by the night/early morning bus schedules and spend over an hour trying to find the right way back. Eventually, we walk for about 45 minutes, drunk and exhausted. Finally, we get back and everyone passes out. But before I go to sleep, I decide to double check that I do in fact have my passport and had just left it in the room somewhere. And as it turns out, I don't. And we're supposed to leave for Paris at noon.

I spend the next 4 hours running around various parts of London, including the police station to file a Lost Item Report, trying as hard as I possibly can to find it. I call the US Embassy in London to see if I can get an emergency replacement, but they're closed on Sundays. I call the company that we bought the tickets from to see if the copy of my passport will suffice. They tell me it won't. I call the US Embassy in France to see if they can help somehow. No luck.

We leave the hostel early and get to the train station at about 10:40, hoping that if I can talk to someone that I can somehow get to Paris. I talk to two guys for about 20 minutes and they make it very clear that if I don't have a passport, I cannot take the train, regardless of the situation. But, they tell me that I can go to the embassy tomorrow and get a replacement. Also, he said that we could all change the times of our train and wouldn't have to pay any money to do so. We decide that Ryan will stay with me and the rest will go on. We get over to the ticket services desk to inquire about this, and he tells me that Ryan's ticket is non-refundable and non-changeable. So, instead, we try to just buy another ticket for tomorrow. Grand total: 115 pounds aka almost 200 dollars. Unfortunately, we realize its in our best fiscal interests to just have me stay by myself. They leave, I take the tube back to the hostel we were just at and get another room for tonight, fell asleep for 6 hours after not sleeping for 26 hours, woke up and now I'm here writing this.

I think this could be the number one story on FML.com.