London Travelogue, part II
So, there are a fair few things I'm learning this time in London:
1. You can avoid the debilitating paralysis of jet lag if you party like such a rock star that instead of going to bed and getting up on London time in London, you go to bed and get up on New York time in London. I'll tell you at the end of the trip if this hypothesis proves true.
2. There is a serious supply and demand problem with regard to sex in London. It's a dramatic sex surplus, people. I suggest you all get over here now to get it while it's, um, hot.
3. I'm a prat . . . and in my drunken stupor haste to go to bed, I totally forgot to extend warmest birthday wishes to lovely expurgate. I hope your party was phenomenal.
4. Sometimes people who are considered drama queens are simply those whose personal intensity level (PIL) is ratcheted up a few clicks above everyone else's. If you're one of those people whose PIL is fairly low, try to remember that and cut your high PIL friend some slack. And if you're one whose PIL is high (and you'll know this because your friends will call you melodramatic, histrionic, etc.), remember that if people don't experience things in the same manner as you, that's okay, too. You should cut your low PIL friends some slack.
5. We should all cut each other some slack sometimes.
6. Some Europeans will want to rant at you just because you're an American. Apparently there's no difference between our government and our people. Telling these people that you agree with them and are fairly upset with your government is futile, and they will continue to rant anyway. And because they happen to be hot, sometimes you just let them. :-)
7. Oh, wait, this is supposed to be a travelogue . . . so yesterday, we basically ran some errands for a friend of Gary's, and it was a blast. I popped out to Starbucks (ugh. I'm in a freakin' other country and I'm drinking Starbucks . . . ) and grabbed a coffee for me and a mocha for Gary. While on my way back to the copy place where Gary was waiting, I totally had an unfortunate mocha incident, and I spilled a bit of mocha on my neck, just below the beardline. (How the f does that happen, you ask? I'll be glad to mime the whole thing for you later.) Anyway, we went over and met several lovely (and by lovely here, as above, I mean smoking hot) friends of G (and K, and E, and other letters, apparently). Then we went to Gary's other lovely friends' house for the absolute best fish and chips meal I've ever had in me life. Mushy peas, mayo, malt vinegar and the whole bit. So good! (Have bigreddee say that last sentence for you in person. It sounds better when he says it than when I typed it.) We ended up sitting around the table drinking and talking until nearly 5:00 a.m.
8. Today, we're kinda celebrating my proxy birthday . . . I think we're gonna hit Wagamama, as you do . . . a little shopping, then dinner and XXL later. Should be fun. If I never get around to briefly recapping it, then you'll know it rocked. If I do get around to recapping it, you'll know it REALLY rocked. :-)
Jeepers, I've gotta lay off the elipses.
1. You can avoid the debilitating paralysis of jet lag if you party like such a rock star that instead of going to bed and getting up on London time in London, you go to bed and get up on New York time in London. I'll tell you at the end of the trip if this hypothesis proves true.
2. There is a serious supply and demand problem with regard to sex in London. It's a dramatic sex surplus, people. I suggest you all get over here now to get it while it's, um, hot.
3. I'm a prat . . . and in my drunken stupor haste to go to bed, I totally forgot to extend warmest birthday wishes to lovely expurgate. I hope your party was phenomenal.
4. Sometimes people who are considered drama queens are simply those whose personal intensity level (PIL) is ratcheted up a few clicks above everyone else's. If you're one of those people whose PIL is fairly low, try to remember that and cut your high PIL friend some slack. And if you're one whose PIL is high (and you'll know this because your friends will call you melodramatic, histrionic, etc.), remember that if people don't experience things in the same manner as you, that's okay, too. You should cut your low PIL friends some slack.
5. We should all cut each other some slack sometimes.
6. Some Europeans will want to rant at you just because you're an American. Apparently there's no difference between our government and our people. Telling these people that you agree with them and are fairly upset with your government is futile, and they will continue to rant anyway. And because they happen to be hot, sometimes you just let them. :-)
7. Oh, wait, this is supposed to be a travelogue . . . so yesterday, we basically ran some errands for a friend of Gary's, and it was a blast. I popped out to Starbucks (ugh. I'm in a freakin' other country and I'm drinking Starbucks . . . ) and grabbed a coffee for me and a mocha for Gary. While on my way back to the copy place where Gary was waiting, I totally had an unfortunate mocha incident, and I spilled a bit of mocha on my neck, just below the beardline. (How the f does that happen, you ask? I'll be glad to mime the whole thing for you later.) Anyway, we went over and met several lovely (and by lovely here, as above, I mean smoking hot) friends of G (and K, and E, and other letters, apparently). Then we went to Gary's other lovely friends' house for the absolute best fish and chips meal I've ever had in me life. Mushy peas, mayo, malt vinegar and the whole bit. So good! (Have bigreddee say that last sentence for you in person. It sounds better when he says it than when I typed it.) We ended up sitting around the table drinking and talking until nearly 5:00 a.m.
8. Today, we're kinda celebrating my proxy birthday . . . I think we're gonna hit Wagamama, as you do . . . a little shopping, then dinner and XXL later. Should be fun. If I never get around to briefly recapping it, then you'll know it rocked. If I do get around to recapping it, you'll know it REALLY rocked. :-)
Jeepers, I've gotta lay off the elipses.