Ok, we are at one and a half days left in London. Last night was my going away party. For some reason, I had debilitating cramps that struck like mid-afternoon, so little do my party-goers know that I spent like three hours fetal on my bed prior to dinner. I made one trip out to Sainsbury's for milk, blueberries and bananas. Proceeded home to eat all of the blueberries then return to fetal position and listen to a podcast. By the time I needed to leave for dinner they had subsided somewhat. I finally did the thing that I had always been paranoid about: I took us the wrong direction on the tube so we ended up in Bermondsey and had to turn around. There were major delays and reroutings and all this shit so we were really late. But happening of happenings we ran into Emilie at Waterloo and were 20 min late, much to Larissa's chagrin. But we were served promptly at Cafe Pacifico, though this time around the service was really lacking. My food was good and we got back to Borough right as the shindig was supposed to start.
Argula was there and obvi Larissa and Greg were with me so we got drinks (I got Pimms for the first time!!--it was fruity and good but outrageously expensive) and headed to the back and started playing Scrabble. Charli and Matt ended up coming and because they had been at the match all day, they were a bit to the side and tired so I talked with them for awhile and talked to Lauren as well. It was meant to be a sort of pub crawl, but it was ten before we rounded up the troops to move on to Slug and Lettuce. I hadn't realized it was going to be the last time I was going to see Charli, so that hit me kind of hard and I kept hugging her and trying not to cry.
We moved on to Slug and got cocktails and generally chatted around and stuff. It was rather nice and hyper, etc. They ended up kicking us out basically cus they were closing so most people went off and I let Chris and Theresa into mine and went up to Hampstead. We barely made the last tube, as the gate at Borough was nearly closed. Raced down the stairs to the platform and got off at Hampstead station and had to walk fifteen minutes to halls. I was dead but we still watched Doctor Who before I very nearly passed out. I had to pee at like 3:30 in the morning and I didn't have shorts but I figured, who would I run into? So I went to the bathroom in my t-shirt and let me tell you, and I will quote myself, the girls who live on that floor are dogs. My god, those toilets last weekend were blocked up with disgusting (literal) shit. I had to pee so badly so I tried flushing one this time and nothing happened and since there was urine all over the seat, I moved on to the next one, which had a pile of turds on top of lots of toilet paper. Choking back my gag reflex, I tried flushing it twice and when nothing happened, lined the seat with toilet paper and squat-peed. Gross gross gross.
Anyway, I'm now home, feeling disgusting again cus it was hot yesterday and I need a shower and to brush my teeth. I have to go back up to Hampstead for a picnic, and then I really need to start packing tonight cus tomorrow I'm going to Joe's one more time, then I need to close out my account, and then the rest of the day is going to be packing and tying up the loose ends here. I am so ready to be home, but I know it's going to be a hard change. My plan is to smother my niece with love and affection (same for my brudda and Ash-Bash), spend oodles of time with my mum in the first few days, retail therapy, catching up with people at home, and becoming reacquainted with my room/space. Ahhh Panera, Target, Waterstreet, Meijer's, Kohl's, etc. YOU WILL BE MINE.
To all my British friends/friends I've made here: Please, if you're ever in America come visit me. For real. Also, stay in touch. Also my skype is poodlefactory. Also, I love you. ^.^
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
I am progressing through a dairy milk bar larger than my hand.
Fatass is an Americanism. I have less than a week here.
On Sunday I went to the Geffrye Museum of interiors. "That museum was not...enlivening." Couldn't be put in a more British way. But I liked it. It was a series of period rooms from 1600 to the 1990s, like basically the dining/social room of the house, what materials were at the time, who used the room and for what. It was ok. It was a nice day. Then I ate at McDonald's and really felt like the worst American ever. Like it was actually a little painful. Literally nothing else was open because it was in the business district and most of the places close up at the weekends because there are no suits there to buy anything. Then I went all the way to Brixton for vegan cupcakes with Nina, Argula, and one of Nina's classmates. The cupcakes were good. I bought two coffee and walnut (which was probably my favorite), one triple chocolate, and one black forest something. I ate three of them, two in one day. So yeah, Monday. I stayed in my pajamas all day eating nothing but cheese and sweets all day. I watched so much Community and read a LOT. Boy, I smelled by the end. I was ready for a shower.
Yesterday Larissa and I met up again for John Soane's but before that we were hungry so I made her bypass Pret to go to this place called Pod, which was kind of funny because of my previous day's eating I had decided to detox and that I needed more vegetables and that was all what Pod was about. I was saving myself for Mexican food later (or so I thought), so I just bought carrots and hummus, wiping my finger around the bottom to get all the rest of the hummus. Larissa got a soba, which was a soup, but really translated to random vegetable (like spinach!) floating around in a broth. After my hummus snack was purchased, I had noticed a "breakfast pot" of yogurt, quinoa, mango, mango puree, agave, and almonds, and so I had to go back up and get that. It was quite nice. Larissa and I ended up trading the breakfast pot and the soba as she was soba'd out. I then made the tragic mistake of chomping down on a red chili, after which I proceeded to cry a little bit while frantically running my finger around container of yogurt in order to cease the fire that raged on my tongue and in my throat. I gulped down loads of water and it wasn't until Larissa gave me some gum that it began to wane. We then headed to the museum.
Simply put, Sir John Soane's Museum is one of the coolest places I've been to in London. The museum is actually his house, near Holborn, where he collected loads of things and then donated it when he died, always wanting to share it. The house is a gem in the middle of central London. We were amazed at how much space it occupied. Four to five floors. Walls covered in bookshelves, beautiful chair dots the room with feathers placed on them to protect them from curious asses. the ground floor held a small study/dressing room which faced this central garden thing with a monument where the wife's dog is buried. And the back rooms (I wanted to know what they had actually been used for) were just filled with Roman ruins, statues, etc. Tiny hallways twisted and turned in mazes. The ground floor held the sarcophagus of Seti I. We were only able to go up like one or two floors above the ground. One room was bright yellow, like a small lounge room, with gorgeous views of the park opposite and then a smaller room which was the shop where I bought four postcards that showed the character of the rooms. I was disappointed that we could not go any higher into his personal bedrooms because they were being renovated or something.
Now go watch Community.
On Sunday I went to the Geffrye Museum of interiors. "That museum was not...enlivening." Couldn't be put in a more British way. But I liked it. It was a series of period rooms from 1600 to the 1990s, like basically the dining/social room of the house, what materials were at the time, who used the room and for what. It was ok. It was a nice day. Then I ate at McDonald's and really felt like the worst American ever. Like it was actually a little painful. Literally nothing else was open because it was in the business district and most of the places close up at the weekends because there are no suits there to buy anything. Then I went all the way to Brixton for vegan cupcakes with Nina, Argula, and one of Nina's classmates. The cupcakes were good. I bought two coffee and walnut (which was probably my favorite), one triple chocolate, and one black forest something. I ate three of them, two in one day. So yeah, Monday. I stayed in my pajamas all day eating nothing but cheese and sweets all day. I watched so much Community and read a LOT. Boy, I smelled by the end. I was ready for a shower.
Yesterday Larissa and I met up again for John Soane's but before that we were hungry so I made her bypass Pret to go to this place called Pod, which was kind of funny because of my previous day's eating I had decided to detox and that I needed more vegetables and that was all what Pod was about. I was saving myself for Mexican food later (or so I thought), so I just bought carrots and hummus, wiping my finger around the bottom to get all the rest of the hummus. Larissa got a soba, which was a soup, but really translated to random vegetable (like spinach!) floating around in a broth. After my hummus snack was purchased, I had noticed a "breakfast pot" of yogurt, quinoa, mango, mango puree, agave, and almonds, and so I had to go back up and get that. It was quite nice. Larissa and I ended up trading the breakfast pot and the soba as she was soba'd out. I then made the tragic mistake of chomping down on a red chili, after which I proceeded to cry a little bit while frantically running my finger around container of yogurt in order to cease the fire that raged on my tongue and in my throat. I gulped down loads of water and it wasn't until Larissa gave me some gum that it began to wane. We then headed to the museum.
Simply put, Sir John Soane's Museum is one of the coolest places I've been to in London. The museum is actually his house, near Holborn, where he collected loads of things and then donated it when he died, always wanting to share it. The house is a gem in the middle of central London. We were amazed at how much space it occupied. Four to five floors. Walls covered in bookshelves, beautiful chair dots the room with feathers placed on them to protect them from curious asses. the ground floor held a small study/dressing room which faced this central garden thing with a monument where the wife's dog is buried. And the back rooms (I wanted to know what they had actually been used for) were just filled with Roman ruins, statues, etc. Tiny hallways twisted and turned in mazes. The ground floor held the sarcophagus of Seti I. We were only able to go up like one or two floors above the ground. One room was bright yellow, like a small lounge room, with gorgeous views of the park opposite and then a smaller room which was the shop where I bought four postcards that showed the character of the rooms. I was disappointed that we could not go any higher into his personal bedrooms because they were being renovated or something.
Now go watch Community.
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