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I'm in London at the moment, staying over the weekend on my way to Dublin for a week for work. It's been great to catch up with old friends and ex-coworkers over here. Friday night is a bit of a blur; I sort of came-to in a McDonalds after having chowed down on a meal, realized I was separated from friends, and ended up taking a black cab about 1 block to their place, from which I departed around 7am Saturday morning. So much for acclimatizing (tip of the hat to the British variant) to local time!
Last night was a bit more quiet, nummy Indian food and a doomed fight to stay out without going to a club that led us on, ultimately, a wild goose chase through northwestern London. Even with later opening hours for pubs these days and even on a weekend night, London nightlife is quantized; if you want to keep drinking past midnight or so, you have to step it up and go out to a club, rather than a more relaxed pub. We didn't find ourselves with quite enough energy to make it to the next level.
Travel always energies me. Part of it surely is being separated from the idiot box and other comforts of home, but part of it-- especially in this town-- is reconnecting with friends that stimulate parts of me that aren't often exercised these days. I get thinking about the future, and find myself inspired to be more ambitious-- on all fronts, really. I tend to direct most of my energy towards work, so it's good for me to see friends who are balancing a demanding job with forays into fashion design, music, sport, and other explorations.
Oh, and I suppose I should find a new userpic. I'm still smoke free after 14 months. It was about 24 hours into a visit to London that my first serious attempt to quit smoking fell through at the 3 month mark. This time, it didn't appeal in the slightest.
Last night was a bit more quiet, nummy Indian food and a doomed fight to stay out without going to a club that led us on, ultimately, a wild goose chase through northwestern London. Even with later opening hours for pubs these days and even on a weekend night, London nightlife is quantized; if you want to keep drinking past midnight or so, you have to step it up and go out to a club, rather than a more relaxed pub. We didn't find ourselves with quite enough energy to make it to the next level.
Travel always energies me. Part of it surely is being separated from the idiot box and other comforts of home, but part of it-- especially in this town-- is reconnecting with friends that stimulate parts of me that aren't often exercised these days. I get thinking about the future, and find myself inspired to be more ambitious-- on all fronts, really. I tend to direct most of my energy towards work, so it's good for me to see friends who are balancing a demanding job with forays into fashion design, music, sport, and other explorations.
Oh, and I suppose I should find a new userpic. I'm still smoke free after 14 months. It was about 24 hours into a visit to London that my first serious attempt to quit smoking fell through at the 3 month mark. This time, it didn't appeal in the slightest.