Confessions of a Reasonably Dangerous Mind Let's call this one, punch-drunk blog...I have no idea what you should all expect...I haven't a clue myself. All I can say for sure, is that procrastination is a wonderful thing.
Sunday, August 28, 2005
so soon... Only less than 20 hours!! I want to just leave for the airport right now. right. now.
Obstacle Course... My head has been really hurting for the last few days, i desperately don't want to go to work this weekend, and i don't have too many ideas for the review (re: none)...but none of that matters because in less than 72 hours, she'll be back. Now, as for the weekend...it's more like going through this giant obstacle course...i just gotta knock down one task after the other, and i'll be okay..monday can't get here soon enough.
Somewhere more familiar I'm tried desperately to avoid the usual opening line of how this is such a much-delayed entry and i will try and be more prompt and such, but i guess it's obvious i, uhm, wasn't so successful in that area. Ah well. I'm currently in the midst of going through photos (okay, well, i've been in the midst of going through them for the past few weeks...and again, and again, i just love looking at all of them), and i thought i'd share just a *few* highlights of the most amazing. trip. ever. since i've just been having trouble forming sentences to describe how amazing everything was (and i sure do use that word amazing a lot), point-form is probably going to have to suffice:
- some of the best meals i've ever eaten: from belgo's seafood which literally had me drinking broth and oil from the plate, to the best self-serve falafel ever, to classic fish n' chips, to excellent indian food (especially chicken korma), to greasy-but-good chinese, to a copious amount of tasty ready-to-go (or pret) sandwiches and salads, to the best blt's (well, bt's really), to some very good toasted goat cheese (okay, very good is an understatement...the thing was, to borrow some uk slang, brilliant), to ribs and more ribs, to delicious veal canneloni (sic?), to perfect picnics, to strawberries, to...oh, yes, i forgot: the g.r. man himself and the finest meal experience i've ever had - every big landmark, equally amazing: big ben, parliament, the zoo (monkey!), the tate modern, the london eye, trafalgar, picadilly, leciester (which i easily mispronounced...why just not call it 'lester' i ask?), soho, covenant gardens (also a frequent slip of my tongue), buckingham, regent park, british museum, and oh so many more...freeze-framed all in my mind - some very excellent plays with some excellent performers named schwimmer and shields - an amazing day-trip to the beach-resort town of brighton, just along the english channel - picnics and walking and bus-riding and shopping and browsing and just a general me-in-utter-amazment-that-i-was-there-and-it-was-all-happening-and-i-never-ever-wanted-to-leave - there's so much i could essentially write a novel about it all, the words just all begin to pile-up in my brain, causing mental gridlock of a sort...suffice it to say, i didn't want to be anywhere else or with anyone else. it was, again borrowing slang, bloody brilliant. i loved it all.