I'm Going Home...
So yeah, London. I've been meaning to do a proper post all week, but have been too preoccupied by work crap and less internet access than usual.
I flew in on Friday, met up with my brother and his girlfriend for dinner. It was my first time to meet her, and she seems quite nice. Not what I was expecting at all, in the best possible sense. Then we went back to his, where his roommate was watching Fellowship of the Ring. So she and I sighed over Aragorn and my brother made smart remarks about hobbit love and I restrained myself from really and truly enlightening him on the subject. My brother so does not need to know about my porn habit. :)
Saturday, I slept in, which was lovely, and then met kitchencynic for a nice tea (well, tea for her, lunch for me as I am a lazy bitch) and great conversation. Then I ran to get ready for a night out on the town with sparktastic which was loads of fun as well. We stayed up far, far too late and drank far, far too much wine (including the half bottle we carried through the streets of London). Also, I learned a shortcut to go from Soho to Oxford Street, which I impressed my brother with later in the week :) I'm such the native :)
Sunday dawned way, way too early as I had promised my brother to meet him at his apartment at 9 am to go to the motorcross track. He hired a van and the three of us set off for the track, which is somewhere between Oxford and Reading. He had a great time, and his gf and I kept each other entertained whilst he rode around in circles.
My bro on his bike. Note the small white dots in the background. Those are sheep.
Work was boring and I've already whined enough about it in other posts so I'll skip it now. Monday night, B (brother) and I had dinner and watched a movie in his flat, then last night we went out to the movies and saw "Layer Cake" which I quite enjoyed - it's as if the British remade Ocean's Eleven, except just like in the Great Escape, crap things happen to them instead of American movies where it all works out in the end. It's also in the Lock, Stock, etc, vein, so a bit violent. And the guy in it is a dead ringer for Steve McQueen.
Tonight I met up with a fellow I used to work with and his girlfriend and some of his friends from work. We went and watched England v. Azerbaijan in a pub in Brentford, and it was all good fun. Then we met up with another former colleague (and his girlfriend - everyone's freaking coupled up on me!) for drinks and dinner.
So all in all a good visit! But I'm still ready to go home. Having a good English fry up in the morning, then it's off to the airport - the right freaking one this time round - and off HOME!!!
I flew in on Friday, met up with my brother and his girlfriend for dinner. It was my first time to meet her, and she seems quite nice. Not what I was expecting at all, in the best possible sense. Then we went back to his, where his roommate was watching Fellowship of the Ring. So she and I sighed over Aragorn and my brother made smart remarks about hobbit love and I restrained myself from really and truly enlightening him on the subject. My brother so does not need to know about my porn habit. :)
Saturday, I slept in, which was lovely, and then met kitchencynic for a nice tea (well, tea for her, lunch for me as I am a lazy bitch) and great conversation. Then I ran to get ready for a night out on the town with sparktastic which was loads of fun as well. We stayed up far, far too late and drank far, far too much wine (including the half bottle we carried through the streets of London). Also, I learned a shortcut to go from Soho to Oxford Street, which I impressed my brother with later in the week :) I'm such the native :)
Sunday dawned way, way too early as I had promised my brother to meet him at his apartment at 9 am to go to the motorcross track. He hired a van and the three of us set off for the track, which is somewhere between Oxford and Reading. He had a great time, and his gf and I kept each other entertained whilst he rode around in circles.
My bro on his bike. Note the small white dots in the background. Those are sheep.
Work was boring and I've already whined enough about it in other posts so I'll skip it now. Monday night, B (brother) and I had dinner and watched a movie in his flat, then last night we went out to the movies and saw "Layer Cake" which I quite enjoyed - it's as if the British remade Ocean's Eleven, except just like in the Great Escape, crap things happen to them instead of American movies where it all works out in the end. It's also in the Lock, Stock, etc, vein, so a bit violent. And the guy in it is a dead ringer for Steve McQueen.
Tonight I met up with a fellow I used to work with and his girlfriend and some of his friends from work. We went and watched England v. Azerbaijan in a pub in Brentford, and it was all good fun. Then we met up with another former colleague (and his girlfriend - everyone's freaking coupled up on me!) for drinks and dinner.
So all in all a good visit! But I'm still ready to go home. Having a good English fry up in the morning, then it's off to the airport - the right freaking one this time round - and off HOME!!!