Another weekend in London.
Friday night. Wine Tasting at Vinopolis with Gemma and Liam. The five tickets didn’t seem like enough at first, but combined with the rum tickets, the whiskey tickets, and the Gin cocktail tickets…they were enough. Plenty. Pulled out my “double fisting” joke. Went down well.
Big commercial wine tasting tour/building built on top of 2nd century Roman wine cellar. Old rustic bricks exposed contrasted with white plastered walls.
Young Latvian champagne expert excitedly lectured to our private group for thirty minutes. I was entranced by her and the way her “W’s” lilted into “L’s”. Vintage champagne means exceptional year, not old. Exceptional means different conditions not necessarily better. Informative.
After the F Word with Gordon Ramsay this week and the Thai restaurant Jock and I went to the week before, I have not been able to get the taste and desire for Thai food out of my mind. So, I convinced everyone else the same. Cheap, semi-tattered restaurant next to the Arab Boy pub in Putney delivered tasty, melt in mouth Pad Thai. Arab Boy delivered heavy silky chocolate-decadent dessert and bold Shiraz.
Saturday – London shopping. Almost finished all Christmas presents for states.
Saturday evening – Jock’s mates from work and South Africa. Fascinating bubbly people. Then, spoke about hair for 2 hours with extremely bright red-headed woman. Thinking of changing back to darker…
Christmas party at Gemma’s sister’s house. One moment house full of people, next moment, just us six dancing, and asked to leave. How did 3:30AM come up so quickly?
Sunday – Nando’s!! Yum! Apparently, Nando’s is in Washington, DC. That will be a must when I move back to states. No one does chicken better.
X-Factor. Happy to see nasally Danyl leave the show. I hope Joe wins.
Weekend. Done.
