Greetings, loved
ones. I’m sure all you members of
my vast and diverse readership have been losing sleep since November 3rd,
wondering what glorious adventures I’ve been up to and missing my ever
insightful commentary. Fear not, I
have returned. Rather than write a
book about all that has happened since my last post, I will list a series of
small updates:
The day before my mom
and Erin and Colleen arrived, I took a tumble down the stairs in our
apartment. Elbows and ego still
bruised. But my feet are large and
our stairs are small—it was only a matter of time.
There was a white
feather in the carton of eggs that I bought. Ashley
and I screamed when we saw it. She
was like, “DO YOU NOT CHECK THE EGGS BEFORE YOU BUY THEM??” Apparently I missed that grocery-buying
lesson.
My Mommy came all the
way to London to change the sheets on my bed and help me clean up my room. She is the best.
Erin brought me Jif. Rejoice!
I stayed with my mom and
Erin and Colleen in their hotel. I
took my first shower in months (not as gross as it sounds—our apartment only
has a tub, so we are confined to taking baths). I also blow-dried my hair for the first time in months. I should really go buy a hair dryer.
This is Erin’s graceful
descent from one of the lions at Trafalgar Square.
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| Nice socks. |
This is Erin and I
reenacting a scene from the royal wedding at Westminster Abbey. Obviously I am Pippa, the more attractive younger sister.
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| Nice bouquet. |
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| I think we did a good job. |
Yesterday was
Remembrance Day, 11/11/11. At
11:00, our office had a 2-minute “moment” of silence. It was generally well observed, except for this American
girl blabbing in the back room (I swear it wasn’t me) (and this girl’s voice is
loud and irritating even when everyone else isn’t being silent). People were kind of rolling their
eyes. Why must there always be
someone to perpetuate the stereotype??
Yesterday was also this
American guy’s last day at the office (he’s moving back to America!). We all went out after work for goodbye
drinks. The first place had 2-for-1
cocktails, so I got Moscow Mules in honor of Becca being a general whiz at
life. British Will’s girlfriend
met up with us. Her name is
Kate. They are just too British.
My mom gave me an
assignment to go shopping this weekend.
(I need to get a winter coat, hair dryer, etc.) Thanks, Mom! Just a heads-up, you might be getting a call from your
friends at Capital One!
I can hear Amy
Winehouse’s “Rehab” coming from one of our neighbors’ apartments. …There is almost too much to say about
this.
