I DON'T want to live like common people
After driving around Hertfordshire, England in an 85,000 pound Jaguar XK, I felt my politics going down the drain. "People should get to keep what they earn," I heard myself saying to Katy. But as soon as I arrived back in the states, I rode my bike over to the polls and voted for Deval Patrick in the Democratic primary (and he won! yay!), so I guess I haven't completely sold out to the man yet. However, if there are any sugar daddies (preferably British) who would like to take on a 25-year-old assistant editor who lives in Somerville, I certainly wouldn't object. I grew up with the stigma of being from a "rich town," so I like that I now have a dilapidated bathtub in my back yard, but it would be kinda nice to have a little more luxury in my life. Walking back to my apartment after spending a couple of days in an English mansion was not so fun.
I have never been all that excited by cars, but this vehicle was pure sex. Philippa, whose father was borrowing the car since he does work for Jaguar, dubbed it Clitora since she said driving it was like foreplay. When we drove it past a park in Welwyn Garden City, people literally stood up and stared with their mouths open. At a leisure center nearby, a group of teenage boys unconsciously arranged themselves into a perfect row and gaped at us. To quote Merry, I felt like Eva Longoria.
In addition to the Jaguar, which I only took on small, rural roads since I've never driven on the left before, Katy and I drove around the estate where the wedding was being held -- in a golf cart that we convinced a waiter to let us borrow. We were drinking Champagne and giggling. Actually, I drank Champagne every day of my trip. I drink $2.99 Charles Shaw Shiraz at home. Philippa drinks Veuve Clicquot, which is at least $40 a bottle.
Anyway, this is not written in the best order, but words can hardly do my trip justice. I will try to get pictures posted soon. It was seriously the most fun ever, though. So much giggling and hilarity and a few funny misadventures such as Katy accidentally brushing her teeth with antiseptic gel and Merry injuring herself while trying on Philippa's hoop skirt. It was so great to be back in Camden Town. Everything was perfect from the weather to the music in the gay pub we happened upon (Mary J. Blige's "No More Drama.") And Philippa's parents have sheep! And they were friendly, so I got to pet them. Yay!
Security at Heathrow is really strict and takes forever. They frisked us and hand examined our carry-on bags after the x-ray and metal detector stuff. Despite this, I accidentally smuggled a chapstick onto the plane. Ha!
I have never been all that excited by cars, but this vehicle was pure sex. Philippa, whose father was borrowing the car since he does work for Jaguar, dubbed it Clitora since she said driving it was like foreplay. When we drove it past a park in Welwyn Garden City, people literally stood up and stared with their mouths open. At a leisure center nearby, a group of teenage boys unconsciously arranged themselves into a perfect row and gaped at us. To quote Merry, I felt like Eva Longoria.
In addition to the Jaguar, which I only took on small, rural roads since I've never driven on the left before, Katy and I drove around the estate where the wedding was being held -- in a golf cart that we convinced a waiter to let us borrow. We were drinking Champagne and giggling. Actually, I drank Champagne every day of my trip. I drink $2.99 Charles Shaw Shiraz at home. Philippa drinks Veuve Clicquot, which is at least $40 a bottle.
Anyway, this is not written in the best order, but words can hardly do my trip justice. I will try to get pictures posted soon. It was seriously the most fun ever, though. So much giggling and hilarity and a few funny misadventures such as Katy accidentally brushing her teeth with antiseptic gel and Merry injuring herself while trying on Philippa's hoop skirt. It was so great to be back in Camden Town. Everything was perfect from the weather to the music in the gay pub we happened upon (Mary J. Blige's "No More Drama.") And Philippa's parents have sheep! And they were friendly, so I got to pet them. Yay!
Security at Heathrow is really strict and takes forever. They frisked us and hand examined our carry-on bags after the x-ray and metal detector stuff. Despite this, I accidentally smuggled a chapstick onto the plane. Ha!