ok so I lied
Tonight I said goodbye to Pete, for reals (you know unless he fails at henley, goes home early and takes us to Wimbledon. No, I really am wishing him luck). he was going to take christy and I on a picnic today (sweetheart), but her flight got delayed about 5hrs, so we met him at Clapham and he took us to his pub. We met the greatest drunken british/irish dude ever. Little scared how into the unintelligible yet hilarious conversation Pete was. The drunk guy talked at us for about an hour, and some how every story came back to Robert De Nero or Catholicism. I could understand 1 out of 10 words this guy said, christy and I pretty much just laughed the whole time.
So Pete in the spirit of being eccentric and british is going to pull a Cameron and cycle across the U.S. for charity (I always said he was nutz). But this means he ends in S.F. and I kidnap him. Vegas drive through wedding here I come, kinda like we planned the first night we met, kidding (but I really do want british citizenship......). (by the way you can tell I am drunk by all the parentheses).
My sister is here, oh how I've missed her so! Tomorrow we are going to fly to Naples then hopefully take a ferry to Capri (if we catch it). After Capri we go to Naples for a day, then mosey on to Rome and hangout there for a few days, then we go to Prague and finish off our trip in London. After that I come home fat and happy, mildly sad about leaving, but excited to see the lovely faces that I have missed so much.
I am glad that Chris got to meet Pete, now the jokes about me having bad taste in men will finally end. She REALLY liked Pete, but who wouldn't? I am just glad someone else met him so that there aren't stories flying around about Lindsey and her imaginary boyfriend. Plus Pete and I are now business partners. We are going to start one of those drunk on a bus around S.F. things. But ours is going to be a double decker bus with Pimms. Booze and good times are both of our specialties, we will both host, he will DJ and someone else will drive. The only hard part is going to be for Pete to sneak a double decker bus loaded with Pimms into america. But I have faith in his abilities to make the ridiculously impossible a reality.
In other news I went shopping the other day and finally found the most amazing nautical hot pants, the search is over. I also got some amazing poo brown items from Camden, an insanely huge, slightly scary gold belt and an awesome sweater (finally reaped the rewards of exchanging a certain xmas present, hurray for cute stuff for me!). I am definitely coming home broke as a joke which will be ok because I'm getting an awesome job when I get back (fingers crossed) and my spare time will be spent on the beach or at the lake, which is totally free.
By the way Pete is dreamy and I'll miss him and all my british comrade's. Hey, I'm aloud to goo-i-size, not every day a girl dates a professional athlete and future olympian who rulez in every way possible and can play a banjo! Really though, you won't have to listen to this shit any longer, sorry. But I had to relish in the awesomeness while it lasted because it was the most awesome awesomeness that has ever happened to me.
So Pete in the spirit of being eccentric and british is going to pull a Cameron and cycle across the U.S. for charity (I always said he was nutz). But this means he ends in S.F. and I kidnap him. Vegas drive through wedding here I come, kinda like we planned the first night we met, kidding (but I really do want british citizenship......). (by the way you can tell I am drunk by all the parentheses).
My sister is here, oh how I've missed her so! Tomorrow we are going to fly to Naples then hopefully take a ferry to Capri (if we catch it). After Capri we go to Naples for a day, then mosey on to Rome and hangout there for a few days, then we go to Prague and finish off our trip in London. After that I come home fat and happy, mildly sad about leaving, but excited to see the lovely faces that I have missed so much.
I am glad that Chris got to meet Pete, now the jokes about me having bad taste in men will finally end. She REALLY liked Pete, but who wouldn't? I am just glad someone else met him so that there aren't stories flying around about Lindsey and her imaginary boyfriend. Plus Pete and I are now business partners. We are going to start one of those drunk on a bus around S.F. things. But ours is going to be a double decker bus with Pimms. Booze and good times are both of our specialties, we will both host, he will DJ and someone else will drive. The only hard part is going to be for Pete to sneak a double decker bus loaded with Pimms into america. But I have faith in his abilities to make the ridiculously impossible a reality.
In other news I went shopping the other day and finally found the most amazing nautical hot pants, the search is over. I also got some amazing poo brown items from Camden, an insanely huge, slightly scary gold belt and an awesome sweater (finally reaped the rewards of exchanging a certain xmas present, hurray for cute stuff for me!). I am definitely coming home broke as a joke which will be ok because I'm getting an awesome job when I get back (fingers crossed) and my spare time will be spent on the beach or at the lake, which is totally free.
By the way Pete is dreamy and I'll miss him and all my british comrade's. Hey, I'm aloud to goo-i-size, not every day a girl dates a professional athlete and future olympian who rulez in every way possible and can play a banjo! Really though, you won't have to listen to this shit any longer, sorry. But I had to relish in the awesomeness while it lasted because it was the most awesome awesomeness that has ever happened to me.