i have about ten minutes between now and when i should be tubing it to greenwood and bluewater. for market research. i think it freaks people out. those crazy americans, they say. the brits were always fairly descriptive with names.
i think i left off somewhere on saturday. laws hall-ers were to take a proper double-decker bus tour of london that afternoon, so allie and i decided that it would be better to sit on the open-aired top to get the full experience. sadly, we didn't factor in that it might be chilly. i still don't have circulation in my fingers.
after the numbing two-hour tour, it was off to pizza express. don't let the name decieve you, it was a classy establishment. all 50 or so of LHA was in the basement of the resaurant and ravenous. and so, they fed us bread.
twenty courses of bread.
there was circular garlic bread, and then little bread dots with garlic butter, and finally the actual pizza. the waitresses kept bringing out "aaa-spiiiiiiicy beeeef!" which, unfortunately, i declined with slight gag reflex. jason ate the spicy beef like a champ.
i intended it to be a quiet night - i hadn't gotten more than 5 hours of sleep a night since i've been in london towne, and my body (and liver) was starting to hate me. but, little beknowst to me, i was later to be dragged to the most hip, most happenin' dance club, tiger tiger (or is it tigre? i just called it T2) long story short, about 3280923 european men (and no prince william) tried to get in my pants. it 's a glorified brick street. but funny, nonetheless.
market research again.
i'm cold.
quote of the day: "you can plan a pretty picnic but you can't predict the weather."
cheerio!
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