A mini vacation in London
I was supposed to be in Paris this week, meeting Lindsey again while she was in town with her students, just like we did a couple of years ago. (Side note, holy crap, that was two years ago!). Instead, I’m hanging out in England, no tasty croissants or large phallic metal statues in sight. This is due to the fact that up until just a few days ago the UK -government still had possession of my passport-they don’t now!-so while Jon and I had booked the time off work, we didn’t actually buy any tickets or anything, because that would have been stupid. But Paris or not, we stuck with a few days of mini vacation from Tuesday-Thursday of this week. We drank beers in the sun with friends, spent a day in London, saw The Book of Mormon with Kal and Amy, made and ate good food, and slept late. It was good, and it meant that a single Friday back at work went really, really quickly. And now it’s the weekend again. Yeah!
Jon is never impressed by Buckingham Palace.
And for your viewing pleasure….Bruce.