I'm not dead yet!

Sorry, sorry, I promise I'm not dead. I was in London, though, with the very lovely Streets, which was just wonderful. And now she is at my house and actually reading in my room this very minute and buying me things like chocolate chip Scottish shortbread, so life probably couldn't actually get any better.

So here are the London highlights and lowlights. Ready go!

Seeing Streets!
Dinner at an English pub, where one orders things like lasagna, chicken korma, and shepherd's pie. Yay for pubs.
Sunny for the first half of the day, rain only once.
The National Portrait Gallery
Golden Jubilee Bridge
Green Park
St. James Park
Saw all our favorite spots. So lovely.
Streets found a candy shop at Picadilly where she could buy American gummy candy.
We thought we had the name of the Guys & Dolls theatre wrong when we couldn't find it on the map and we were running out of time, so I called Savvymom and Savvydad from outside the Charing Cross Underground station, and they were willing to get out of bed at 5:30am to look it up on the Internet. Her sleepy words: "Hey. That's what we do in our family." This is because our family is made up of terminally lost people with cell phones. Only then Streets found the info in a free paper and so I hung up on them.
Noticed two British guys trying to throw a football back and forth in the park. Was one of the funnier things I've ever seen. Picture me and my sister Savvymom (for those who know us, finish your food or beverage before you start imagining) tossing a pigskin around while resembling two British men in nice sweaters and you would about have it. Lotsa fumbling and bad spirals. But bless their hearts for trying!
Fish & chips--the first I've had since since I've been here!
Saw all the fireworks from Guy Fawke's Night during the drive back home.
Am listening to Christmas music Right. This. Second. Guy Fawkes' Night was last night, so now the Christmas season is ON.

Did NOT see Ewan McGregor in Guys & Dolls, because he actually wasn't in the Saturday matinee, so it wasn't even worth buying the tickets. Also the student tickets were gone and the regular returns were 55 pounds, which I wouldn't even pay to see Colin Firth recite P&P speeches while holding my face in his hands and staring into my eyes. (Um . . . okay maybe I would, actually, now that I think about it. But still. Not for Ewan McGregor's stand-in, I won't.)
I got very tired from all the walking and still have not had enough sleep.
But these lowlights barely even count, really, because it was such a lovely weekend and I was with great people and had a great time.


foodie said... [reply]

I am so jealous! First of all that you got to see Streets, and second, you are in London with Streets! You both sound like you're having a great time. Too bad about Ewen McGregor! I wish I were there! One way or another I will be coming next summer--even if I have to work six jobs to pay for it and quit them all right before I leave!

Streets of Belfast said... [reply]

Nemesis is now one who perpetually wears pink. Haven't seen her without the color since Friday (it is now Monday).

Limon said... [reply]

I wish I could go to London.
It all sounds so very Dickensian. Did you pick any pockets while you were there?

jaime said... [reply]

Sounds like it was a fabulous weekend! What I wouldn't give to see both you and Streets? We miss you terribly! Anyway, glad you had a great time. Too bad about Ewan McGregor...maybe another time. Eat some chocolate and brie for me!

kristen said... [reply]

I wish I were with you guys. That sounds much more fun than what I am doing right now.

Foodie, if you go next summer, I am totally interested.

chosha said... [reply]

Having just finished Neil Gaiman's book Neverwhere set in London about people who slip through the cracks in life and end up in London Below, a netherworld of epic proportions, I'm glad to hear that you are alive and well and home from London Above. :)

CoolMom said... [reply]

What's the name of the park across the street from Buckingham Palace? Is it Hyde? Where is St. James? Cooldad and I have such fond memories of England in the winter. It was snowing. It was the late 70's and I wore heeled boots all over and thought my feet would die. I can't remember where we stayed but it was very pretty and the landlady would only fry eggs for breakfast and I don't eat fried eggs and she refused to scramble me one. Grouch.

Nemesis said... [reply]

Foodie, we would love to see you! Then you could show us Croatia!

Look, everyone. As I explained to Streets, I only have one scarf, and it's pink. I also only have one sweater, and it's pink too. Both were purchased before my mother gave me the Pink Advice. So, you know, don't listen to Streets. Because she's pretty much crazy.

Limon--rats! I forgot to pick a pocket or two!

Jaime dearest, I will eat the brie and chocolate in your memory. It will be a sacrifice, but for you I will do this thing. :-)

Yay, Kristen's coming too!

Chosha--I read that too, and it scared the bejeeebies out of me. It's a very good thing I didn't remember that book while I was there! (shudder)

Hee. Yeah, I bet you have fond memories of London, Mom . . . ;-) And St. James' park is the one across from Buckingham Palace.

Grumbee said... [reply]

Wait a minnute! I was also in London that day, in that very same park throwing a football with my friend Karim!

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