Lynnette, Rachee, Me, Caroline
Curry night – a delicious way to start the weekend. Four couples, lots of naan, loads of tikka sauce, scoops of yellow rice, half pints of lager for the ladies, one beer spill by the boys, a bit of drool over Fergie the singer (not to be confused with the Duchess of York) from the boys and several swoons over Take That the band (minus Robbie Williams) from the girls. Bellies engorged, conversations flowing, a brief stint to the bar next door and tiredness set in. Jock and I had been up especially early that morning running, and had to wake up early the next day for Londontown! Friday night done and lovely it was.
Bryan, Liam, Matt, Dave, Jocko, Charles
Americans in London Alert! I have to admit…it was refreshing to have two fellow Americans with me all day Saturday. Being able to spout whatever comes to mind, not thinking before we speak, nor caring how loud we get. God, I’ve changed. Americans used to embarrass me – until I realized I was one. Charles and I together means trouble – perhaps it’s the Towson roots, quarter life angst, or our memories of being in Tours, France together and destroying that poor small town – whatever it is, he’s fun…and so is his boyfriend.
After brunch in Soho, two bloody marys and a hard milk shake later, Charles and Bryan left me for Sister Act unsurprisingly (I would have left me too for that show) – and I joined Jock at a Canadian pub in Covent Garden. I got lost, Jock came to find me, and we watched rugby. Once in the pub, no words were exchanged – apparently it was an exciting game. Like football and soccer; don’t get or like rugby.
Met two of Jock’s friends I had never met before – little Matty and Daaaave. Matt doesn’t look that short in the above picture, but they say he is. Dwarves, trolls – anything small Matt is called. In fact, there must be a law amongst his friends saying “thou shalt comment on Matt’s smallness each time he is in sight.” There were even a few random texts from friends outside of London reaffirming his stature. He takes it all in a short stride.
Saturday was a really really good day. The laughter didn’t stop nor did the pub crawling. Plus I got to speak some French – always makes the day a bit brighter for me.
Unfortunately, Gemma wasn’t in town that weekend – so Jock and I are heading back to London this weekend to see them both. Really looking forward to seeing them both again.
Thursday night is the first meeting of the “Ladies Who” Club – yay!
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