Colin, you are our puppet master
Pictures this time, as requested.
This weekend was pretty good. We didn't do anything particularly special, but Marty and I were talking about it this morning and it dawned on us that that was the reason it was good. It was a kind of comfort we hadn't felt since we got here. There are a lot of pressures when you move to a new country and culture, and it felt like those weren't there in the last few days.
Friday we went to Potunky's new flat. It's in a great area with lots of places to shop and eat, pretty much across the street from the London Zoo. Pretty sweet. We went to the top of this hill near their place, Primerose Hill, where you can look over the city of London. Sorry, we didn't bring our camera. Even if we did, I don't think the picture would do it justice.
Then on Saturday we went to replace my lost wedding ring. We intended to do that last weekend, but ended up going to the Zoo and watching both seasons of How I Met Your Mother instead. The zoo was way more fun. But I'll get a new ring in two weeks, and that will be one more chore off the list. The ring is pretty sweet though, and it totally fits which is a big plus. Anyway, we brought the camera with us to appease Colin, (God, Colin!) We forgot to take pictures while we shopped for a ring, but we remembered just in time for our disgusting trip to nostaligic American chain Chili's. We ordered way too much, and almost threw up because we ordered too much grossness, as rendered below.
Then we hung out with my workmate Rufus and rocked Islington hard core. Ughg. Waddup.
4 comments:
Janice says: "she looks fit and fabulous."
I say:"thanks for putting pictures up. I miss your pretty faces."
I'm sitting on a couch with Jan and Martha now watching The Office. Just sayin. . .
God, I miss you guys. There was definitely a large void felt when I visited the city. it's Good to see your stupid faces :)
hey meg-
i'm wondering if you could be so kind as to research a certain Dag Bennett... you remember of course that this is our wonderful landlord whom refused to introduce himself to us, let alone, ever check on his property. and of course the great and powerful, usually stoned, Katherin August is still refusing to give me his phone number. well, here's the deal... i need his number, address, whatever you can find. all i know is that he's a professor, lives in london and may or maynot be married to one "Allison Devin" who Tony found out is paying taxes on the property. can you check a london phone book, or see what your made research skills come up with? i want to mail him a letter or call him to find out more info on our bldg. This is your mission if you chose to accept it. and thanks in advance for considering. and send me a line once in a while, i miss you guys.-jan
Aww. Yer nice Martha.
Yer nice too, Janice. I'll see what I can do.
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