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I think I have a Canadian immune system. I barely ever get sick in Canada, but in the UK, I get Every Single Cold I am exposed to. I ended up getting a stupid cold on the Friday Mom was here, but we pressed onward with the touristyness!

Friday was Buckingham Palace Day. We don’t have many pictures because it was a no picture zone, but to be honest, it was pretty disappointing. They just take you through a few state rooms. Many of the chairs had stains, and the rugs were worn, and it just wasn’t very…palatial. I’m glad I went because now I can say I’ve been, but as far as sights go…MEH! At the end, they have a tent area where you can have tea. So, now I can say I’ve had TEA at BUCKINGHAM PALACE!

And so has Mom:

I don’t remember what she was laughing at, but I really like this picture of Mom:

A nice man took this picture of us with Buckingham behind us. So you know we weren’t just in a random tent. I don’t know what is up with my face here.

After Buckingham, we grabbed a cab to St.Paul’s Cathedral. Being a church, it’s a no-photo zone. Mom is scared of heights and wouldn’t go up to the whispering gallery.

We spent Friday night hanging out with Mike, then got up the next morning and went to Hampton Court. Mike was invited, and although he’s usually really good about indulging my pathological need to see ALL CASTLES, he draws the line at being dragged to them twice.

Touristing wiped he out, so we got food and movies and spent Saturday night hanging out and watching movies. Sunday we went out for breakfast at a hotel restaurant built on the site of the First Bethlehem Hospital. I can’t explain Mike’s face. Maybe it got the plague or something.

Then it was off to Petticoat Lane! I got a jacket and a business suit and a shirt all for less than £50. Mom bought some dresses.

Mike kindly carried our bags for us, so we rewarded him with drinks at Dirty Dick’s. Dirty Dick was apparently a guy who was so distraught at the death of his fiancee that he went around for weeks in the same clothing. I think Mike would do the same if I died, but only because he doesn’t know how to work the washer:

Mom and I were exhausted:

Monday was mostly packing and a wander around SoHo, then it was time to say goodbye.

So it turns out that Mike read the itinerary wrong – he leaves today, not yesterday and arrives Monday, not Sunday. Which kind of sucks because I was super looking forward to seeing him. I even made a sign to greet him at the airport with. I won’t be able to use it now because I’ll be at work when he lands.

Luckily (?) it’s random enough that it can be hung in the kitchen as a silly/stupid decoration. Andrew and Laura got a kick out of it, so I don’t think anyone will mind.

Buddy and Leia are safely back in Canada, and Leia’s been uploading photos like a madwoman. I stole some to post here (she said it was okay).

Me, Buddy, & Mike during our walk around Bayswater:

It was a hot day. We soon required refreshments.

Then we walked to Paddington Station.

They were really jetlagged for the first few days, so we didn’t really do much other than that. Once we were back at work, they did a day trip up to Manchester where Leia, super Coronation Street fan, met one of the stars of the show. She was super excited about it – I think it was one of the highlights of the trip for her!

They also did a day in Brighton, then took off for Dublin and Paris before making their way back to London to catch their flight home. I took off last Thursday to give them a tour of London. London Bridge, which I think was a bit disappointing to Buddy as he was expecting the much more iconic and prettier Tower Bridge.

We saw the Tower of London. Here’s me and Buddy at the Tower, a picture I am mostly uploading for Mom. Buddy is her best friend’s son – Buddy and I (and his brother, Cody) grew up as cousins, pretty much. She loves both of the boys like nephews, and I don’t think there are any pictures of us together since the school Christmas Concert days.

The plan was to go to Covent Garden and do some shopping, then walk down and see the sights – Piccadilly Circus, Buckingham Palace, Westminster Abbey, Parliament Buildings, etc. Unfortunately, I forgot that not every body is used to walking everywhere all the time! Buddy and Leia were pretty bagged after shopping, so we hopped on the London Eye, and I pointed out the big landmarks we could see. Then we headed home and ordered a pizza and vegged out.

I’ve been pretty low-key this weekend. I probably would have gone somewhere if we’d realized earlier that Mike’s flight didn’t land until Monday, but we didn’t. I’ve been very domestically productive – laundry, vacuuming, bathroom cleaning, sweeping, mopping, dishes, etc is all done, but I’ve mostly been staying home and reading. I can’t wait til Mike gets home so we can go on MORE ADVENTURES!

Yay! It’s a holiday Monday. Mike, unfortunately has to work. Luckily, we have a Canadian friend staying with us for a few days, so I have someone to hang out with. That is, when he gets up..

Saturday was kind of cold and rainy, so Mike and I decided to check out St.Paul’s Cathedral. It’s a no-picture sort of place, being that it’s a church and all. Other people were taking pictures, despite the signs, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it, so there are few pictures in this post.

It’s £12.50 per person to get in, plus another £4 for the audio guides. I didn’t used to get the audio guides in places, but I’ve come to realize that they are SUPER handy, so I’ve started getting them. Anyway, St.Paul’s is gorgeous – all huge and open with detail work everywhere. Because we are CRAZY, we climbed all the way to the top (with a stop in the Whispering Gallery). It’s 538 steps to the very top. It’s outside, so you can take pictures there.

Mike and me with our dorky audio guides:

The view from the top. I imagine it would be pretty amazing if it wasn’t so foggy and gross.

I fell on the stairs on the way down and got huge bruises on my left leg and right arm. I am graceful like a ballerina swan.

After we were done there, we got a text from our Canadian buddy Mike and his friend Derek. I am going to refer to our friend Mike as Ace as having two Mikes is confusing. Anyway, we met them at the tube station near our house, then took them home to drop off their bags, then we went out for dinner and drinks. Here is a picture of Me, Derek, and Ace. I don’t remember much about the night, but I trust it was fun.

Sunday was spent resting at home and getting caught up on stuff. We also had a couple over to look at the room upstairs (Irish roommates are moving out) and meet everyone. They seem nice. We’ll see, I guess. Derek and Ace went to check out the Tower of London, then came home and we hung out. Derek caught a plane back to Canada this morning. I think Ace and I are going to check out Buckingham Palace today (provided it’s open). It’s been a fun weekend!

Okay, I have been a terrible blogger lately. Bad combination of company (which is actually good, just hard for blogging) and a cold (which is all bad and good for nothing). Luckily, I have pictures to do remembering for me, so I can pretty much piece together the past couple of weeks.

Wednesday – April 7

We work (of course), then meet Mike’s mom and his cousin in SoHo. I called her Sue in the last post, which is actually her name, but Mike and his brother and their friends all call her Soose, and it’s getting too hard to remember to call her Sue, so henceforth, she shall be known as Soose. Anyway, Soose was in Wales visiting her parents for the last little while, and was in London for 4 days before taking off to Amsterdam and Paris and all sort of other fun places. Anthony (Mike’s cousin) and Soose are really close, so they were having some time together exploring the city. We walked to Waxy O’Connor’s for dinner. I know she’s covering her mouth in this picture, but Soose just looks so cute that this needed posting:

Mike and I were apparently ghosts or found our way into the matrix or something. Not sure what happened here:

After dinner, we caught a train to the area where Anthony and Soose were staying, and had a quick drink. I bought a dress. This has become a theme lately. I have discovered that I really like dresses and thus have been buying them here and there. Mike and I walked home from there.

Thursday – April 8
We met Anthony and Soose in SoHo again, then went out for SPICY NOODLES which is pretty much my favorite restaurant meal these days. It’s a very splashy meal, but a good one. We tubed it back to our area, then Anthony and I played (lost money at) a lottery monopoly game, while Mike and Soose caught up for a while. That makes it sound like they were having some sort of ABC family special bonding session, but I walked over and heard something about RRSP and taxes, so it was far more boring and less emotional than an ABC bonding scene. I don’t know what happened after that. I ran away so that I wouldn’t fall into a boredom coma because seriously – you know that saying that only two things are certain – death and taxes? They are pretty much the same thing. I am pretty sure that if I one day die of boredom, it will be because I’ve been forced into a job as a tax accountant. YAWN! Anyway, no pictures from that night, but it was very relaxed and low-key.

Friday – April 9
Anthony has to head home for some work thing, I think, so he and Soose drop Soose’s bags off at Mike’s work, and he hops on the train. Soose explores SoHo on her own, then meets Mike after work. I go straight home and try ironing new dress (the one I bought on Wednesday) and drop an ironing board on my face. Then I blog about it. Come to Booboo Magoo for the travel stories. Stay for the recaps of domestic chores. Anyway, Mike and Soose turned up shortly after the ironing board kicked my ass, fawned most pleasantly over the ENORMOUS DISFIGURING LUMP it left on my cheekbone, and we went to a nearby pub for dinner.

Saturday – April 10
We decide to hop on a train and see where it takes us. We end up in Croydon. Soose and Mike put down bets for the Grand National horse races. I put £3 into a blackjack machine and walk out with £6. We walk around and do a bit of shopping, where I (surprise) buy another dress. Then we find a pub for lunch and to watch the horse race. I am not interested in the horse races and go on a short mission to find shoes to go with new dress. I find shoes on sale, then change into new dress because it’s a beautiful sunny day that isn’t meant to be spent in jeans. Races are over, MIKE WINS £55.

We decide to head home. It’s a bit windy. Wind picks dress up, displaying my knickers for all of Croydon (poor Croydon), so I put my jeans back on under my dress. I have since purchased leggings to match that dress. We are all pretty tired, so we order in pizza. Try to push some pizza and chocolate off on roommate Jane, who is heading out drinking for the night, but she refuses.

Sunday – April 11
Soose delivers some bad news…she thinks we may have a pest issue because when she went downstairs in the morning, our pizza boxes were open, and the left over pizza was eaten. Also, a bag of chips has been opened at both ends and spilled all over the counter. Turns out the “pest” is actually Roommate Jane who came home after her night of drinking and had herself some snacks. Soose indicates she is up for a relax day, so we enjoy the sunshine of the park nearby, pick on some groceries, and just chill. After dinner, we grab her bags and meet her friend at the local pub for Quiz Night. We lose miserably. Soose is embarrassed to have to dance around the pub in silly wigs.

Apparently, the pub people saw our loss coming, and had “Oh Canada” queued up on the entertainment system. Mike and I sing along, to loud cheers and applause from the pub. They must have been cheering our…enthusiasm, as the quality of the singing was not exactly phenomenal. Soose and her friend leave for their hotel (they were taking off to Amsterdam the next day), and Mike and I head home.

I have spent most of the last week nursing a cold and working. Yesterday, I was feeling better, so Mike and I took Teddy out drinking. Teddy is now lost. We hope he found a good home.

P.S. – I appear to be channelling Heather Mills McCartney in that last photo. I assure you, mom, I still have both legs.

Okay, so since we didn’t go anywhere for the long weekend, I talked Mike into catching a matinee theatre show. Only you can’t say it “thee-tur” you have to say “Thee-Ay-Tur” in a super posh accent because we are super classy and cultured people who go to the theatre.

We left it until sort of the last minute, so our first few choices (Lion King, Phantom of the Opera, Grease) were all out of 2 seats together. Which is fine because I want to see EVERYTHING, and Les Miserables was definitely on my list of stuff to see. I had actually downloaded the book of it onto my Kindle (OH MY GOD, I FORGOT TO MENTION I GOT A KINDLE AND IT IS LIKE MY TWO FAVORITE THINGS – BOOKS AND IPOD – GOT TOGETHER AND MADE THE BEST BABY EVER!!) since it was out of copyright and free for the downloading. I wanted to read the book before I saw it, but that’s okay, I have a feeling I will still get a fair bit out of the book. Also, I’ve decided that since I am now working and have more expendable income, when Mike is working Saturdays, I am going to try to go see matinee shows. So I might end up seeing Les Miserables again. You never know.

Anyway, after we bought our tickets, we hung out in Leicester Square (decidedly NOT square in shape) and played tourist will all of the other lost looking people with cameras taking advantage of the decent weather and extra days off of work.

See the table with the drawings behind me. If you’re ever having a low self-esteem day, just go to Leicester Square and walk by one of these tables like you’re even mildly interested in getting your portrait sketched. The artist(s) will fall over themselves complimenting you and basically acting like you are their muse and the only reason they practice art. It’s very nice for the ego.

I have no idea how I managed to get a photo of Mike with no one in the background in Leicester Square at noon on a Saturday. That is some spooky 28 Days Later shit.

The Verruca from hell was plaguing me (basically it’s like there’s a sharp pebble in my shoe under the ball of my foot with every step I take. IT. SUCKS.), so we popped off and had a pint at a pub until the show started.

Finally! Finally it was close enough to 2:30 to go be seated.

We managed to sneak a couple of photos before the “Okay, here’s how to not act like a jack ass in the theatre” announcement came on. You can see we didn’t have the best seats, but most of the action took place behind the screen in that picture, so we didn’t really miss anything. The show itself was great. The singing was lovely (I love musicals). The lighting and other stage business was amazing – they managed to light the back of the stage, for example, in one scene where it looked like there was light streaming in through a window. Also, the bottom of the stage was a circle that turned and was very cleverly used in the show. The story itself was a bit…I don’t know. It was basically a bunch of people who were in unfortunate circumstances – some due to their own poor choices, others through no fault of their own – and how, in some instances, someone else helped them out. A lot of the time it seemed like we were supposed to feel like the characters had no other options or ways of pulling themselves out of their own poor situations and were completely dependent on the kindness of someone else to do that, which seemed a bit like a poor attitude to have. Also, the end didn’t feel very closed, which I think was the point – they open and close the show with the theme of living another day. Anyway, it was very good, even with all that, and I am very happy we went.

After the show, we went to a local pub and had some GREAT BRITISH PUB FOOD, which turned out to be mediocre fish and chips. We also made friendly with an Aussie backpacker named Kate and had a few bevvies.

Mike felt the urinals were too close together at that pub.

Now we are home and internetting it up. I am about to torture my poor foot some more, then hopefully finish Oliver Twist on my OMG KINDLE!

Okay so Ryan came and I ate too much delicious food and drank too many alcoholic beverages and stayed up too late and didn’t exercise enough and forgot I had a blog. NO REGRETS though, we had an excellent time with him and would love nothing more than for Ryan to get a job in London and move here and hang out with us all the time. It would be fantastic, frankly.

I am going to TRY to recap the last couple of weeks though, but they’ve pretty much been a blur. Between work (which is going well – everyone there is super nice and friendly) and having Ryan up, I have barely had time to breathe. Luckily, we have plenty of pictures to tell the story for me!

We did a lot of walking around SoHo. I think we’d had a few drinks when we took this because I remember HOT SALTED BEEF being kind of funny. I think there is a joke about Ryan’s sexuality somewhere in there. But yeah. HOT. SALTED. BEEF.

Mike took off St.Patty’s Day from work (I couldn’t as it was only my third day!). He and Ryan busted out the Penguin costumes, added some Irish flags and a couple of foam leprechaun hats, and hit the town. Ryan meets a Turkish Katie Holmes lookalike and proceeds to go on TWO dates with her over the following week. I meet up with the boys in their costumes at a bar closer to home after work. I get there first and am grilled by a middle-aged gypsy looking lady about where is my boyfriend and why hasn’t he proposed matrimony and if he isn’t there in the next 15 minutes, I need to dump him. Mike and Ryan arrive, and I am SAVED as she refocuses her interrogation on poor Mike, who is just trying to have a fun St.Patty’s Day in a penguin costume!

March 18, we decide to take Ryan to the “Canadian Bar” for a taste of home. Cricket on the telly, cask ales on tap. SPOT ON, MAPLE LEAF PUB. SPOT ON.

Ryan and I met Mike for beers a lot in SoHo, where we’d grab dinner, then walk around discovering stuff. We managed to take the most British photos ever.

Friday night, we went to Camden. I remember there was a bar that was playing death metal, then we walked down the street, and an openly gay DJ in his 50s with a shaved head, a black wife-beater, and mom jeans spun some lovely late 70s and early 80s punk. I don’t remember much else of the evening, but we got home with fried chicken and these mysterious photos on our camera. I don’t even have an explanation for these. I think we had fun though.

Saturday, we all rolled out of bed late morning, and walked to the high street for some breakfast (lunch), then caught a double-decker bus to the London Eye. We could have taken the tube, but Junior wanted the double-decker bus experience, and it was actually pretty neat to see the city as we were traveling through. The London Eye was fun, but it was a foggy day, so we didn’t see as much as we could have. They have “bomb checks” of each car on the Eye between offloading one set and loading a new set of passengers. I dared Ryan to tell them they were doing a “bang up job”. He refused. Probably for the best. Prison or not-welcome-in-the-UK Ryan would not be the best Ryan.

OH! On the way there, we found a museum with a piece of the Berlin wall outside. I hope we can make it to see where the Berlin wall was at some point, but I posed with this piece anyway. Mom would want me to. When the Berlin wall came down, she dragged me out of bed to watch the live news footage because it was “a piece of history”. At the time, I just thought it was cool because I got to be up watching tv late on a school night. 20+ years later, I realize how epic it was. Thanks Mom!

Since the Big Ben is practically on top of the London Eye, we decided it was a good chance to get some touristy photos. Pigeon was all getting in our photos. Stupid pigeons. Still haven’t forgiven them for the time that one shat on me. Avian vermin.

What time is it, Ryan?

TIME TO FUCK OFF, THAT’S WHAT TIME. (Note, we were just messing around. We weren’t mad at each other AT ALL. In face, I’d forgotten about this until I saw the photo)

We walked to SoHo and introduced Ryan to the magic that is spicy beef noodles. After that, he was feeling a little poorly (see: drinking in Camden the prior night), so we went home and chilled out and watched South Park. Yes, folks, we flew thousands of miles to a different continent to watch South Park and drink beer in our pajamas with our friends.

Sunday, we stayed local since the tubes are super-lame on Sundays. We found a bar with JENGA in it. So, of course, we took a block from the bottom and we put it on top..

While we were out and about, we passed a pub whose name we can’t even being to guess the pronunciation of.

Sunday night, we did Quiz Night at our local pub. Most of the questions are about Football (soccer) or English politics. We do terribly, coming in dead last with a whopping 7 points. The next lowest score is 21. As punishment for sucking so badly, we have to dance around the pub in silly wigs. Oh well, at least we managed to amuse people with our silly pictures.

Most of the rest of the week is spent exploring restaurants and pubs. Junior has his dates with the Katie Holmes lookalike. We did one last fun night in SoHo last night, and sent him on his way early this morning. He should be JUST getting through customs now after flying all day. He’s barely landed, and we miss him already. COME BACK SOON, RYAN!

Ryan landed. In order to help him fight jet lag, we introduced him to this magic drink called beer. (Note: rumor has it that he had consumed this beverage on prior occasions)

At first, he was a little apprehensive

But then Mike showed him the ropes

And I introduced him to more beer

And…he fell in love. Mr. and Mrs. Ryan’s Parents, meet your new daughter in law, Pinta Guinness

I left to go meet my new coworkers and have some bevvies and social time with them, so I am not sure exactly what happened with those two after I left. All I know is that they came home shortly after 11, very drunk, and there are pictures of dogs at bars on Mike’s camera. Also, I got the following text message during the night from Mike:

Graeme iwns guitar store.2 chrisses. One kiwi, one looka loike louie anderson.

I don’t even want to know, truthfully. Anyway, the Drink Beer Don’t Nap Jetlag Cure was a resounding success. Junior (also know as Ryan) slept soundly through the night and woke up with only the mildest of hangovers.

We spent Saturday walking around the neighborhood and helping Junior get his bearings. I don’t know when this photo was taken, but I like it.

I tried to get a nice picture of the boys together, but they had to go being boys and ruining it. First Mike had a turn.

Then it was Ryan’s turn to be a jackass.

Last night, we were invited to Roommate Karen’s sister’s birthday bash. It was a P Party – everyone had to come dressed as something that started with a P. We went as penguins! I kind of felt like Lindsay Lohan in Mean Girls where she goes to the Halloween party dressed like an ugly witch, and all the other girls are dressed as something slutty and hot because I was the only girl who wasn’t in something flattering and revealing, but I still had a blast.

We were very popular on the walk to the party. Kinds waving from cars, teenagers all jumping in our photos, people yelling “HI PENGUINS!” It was a fun walk.

Wait a minute…penguins don’t drink beer…

The costumes looked really neat if you ducked your head down.

Roommate Karen (left) and her sister Geraldine, the birthday girl. Aren’t they pretty? They are both wearing wigs. I think they are both blondes (Karen is for sure), but the dark hair looked good as well.

We didn’t roll in until close to 4am, and we had a “breakfast” of Chicken Cottage. Now we are laying around the bedroom, slothlike on our laptops. We are having a low key sort of day today. I think Junior is a little rocked from the time difference, and I want to be rested for (OMIGOD) my first day of work tomorrow. Mike is amusing himself looking at funny pictures on 4chan. So, basically, a regular average Sunday, but with RYAN, which makes it awesomer!

We’ve had a pretty quiet weekend. Mike actually had Saturday off for once, and we’ve spent our time roaming around the home area, popping into interesting shops, and having the occasional bevvy. Last night we stopped in one of the local pubs that’s just two blocks away from home. Many of the pubs we go to like to pretend they’re local pubs, but they’re in high-tourist areas, so they mostly cater to tourists. This pub is very much off the main drag, and that’s part of its charm.

Anyway, I was getting us a round and accidentally bumped into an elderly gentleman – probably 70 or so and sporting a total of 3 badly yellowed teeth on the bottom and no teeth on top. I excused myself, and he informed me that it was quite alright, and that he’d like to talk more, but he didn’t have teeth right then. I was willing to let it go at that, but he insisted on telling me that he usually has teeth, but he’d put them under his pillow the night before, and his little terrier, smelling the food on them since he admittedly did not wash them frequently enough, pulled them out while he was sleeping and chewed them. Too funny.

Tonight we are staying in and watching the Olympic Gold Metal game between USA and Canada. We have pizza and beer and a Scottish roommate, so it should be a good night. Unrelated, Jane (that’s her name), looks an awful lot like Kate Middleton. I must remember to see if she’ll consent to letting me post a picture for comparison.

Firstly, the boring and sensible. Interview #1 went okay this morning. I get the feeling that they’ve already decided who they want, so whatever I did won’t have changed the outcome, but I still tried my best. Interview #2 has been rescheduled for Monday as the guy I was going to meet got home from Australia to a flooded basement. That has to be a bummer. Hopefully there wasn’t too much damage, and it’ll be cleaned up quickly for him.

Now for the fun, and last night was nothing if not fun. The whole story starts soon after we landed in London. Mike had found, through his brother Tim, the web site of a British man who does a mash up of Adolph Hitler and Frank Sinatra. His stage name is Frank Sanazi – think Weird Al, but a little more grown up and risque. Anyway, soon after we landed, I emailed Frank to see if I could get tickets for Mike’s birthday. Frank himself answered, and we went back and forth a few times, and he eventually ended up getting us on the guest list for the party that we went to last night, which was so awesome and sweet of him. He also threw us a CD while we were there, which was the final touch needed to perfect our night.

I LOVE dressing up, and was all ready to go by 3:30 yesterday, which was entirely too early, since the party wasn’t until 8, and Mike works until 6. What else could a girl in Victorian clothing do but mess with people on Chat Roulette? Oh New Jersey, between this and Jersey Shore, you are not doing much to convince me that intelligent people live there.

Finally, it was time to go! I met Mike at his workplace. He’d brought his clothes with him to work, so all he had to do is change his clothes quickly, and we were ready to go. We still had a fair bit of time to kill, so we decided to grab dinner. At a burger joint. We’re classy like that.

Victorian Mike is prepared to assist in any ketchup needs you may have.

We still had some time to kill, so we went for a bevvy at a nearby pub. Victorian Lisa is shocked – SHOCKED I TELL YOU – that you’d dare offer her puritan self an alcoholic beverage. But she drank it anyway.

Victorian Mike, however, cares not for posing for pictures – not if he can be enjoying a cold, tasty beer.

Finally, it’s party time! Apparently, the trick to getting Mike to pose nicely in pictures is to dress him in a top hat and tails. This will be an awkward outfit for him to walk around in every day, but I am determined to have nice pictures of us, so it’s a sacrifice he’ll just have to make.

Frank wasn’t the only act of the night. The night started with an adult puppet show called the Suitcase Circus – very funny and entertaining act.

That was confusingly followed by an operatic clown.

And then! A STRIPPER ON A UNICYCLE! I was far too engrossed to take a picture until it was too late, but trust me when I say she came out full clothed, rode a unicycle for a while, and left the stage like this.

Finally, Frank was on. He really has a fantastic voice – he told us later that he also does straight Frank Sinatra, which is totally believable, and he was very funny.

I was engrossed.

And we met Frank (and bought him a beer) after the show. Lovely man.

Then it was time to catch our tube, where we found another movie poster of something Mike did work on. CLOUDS! AND MORE CLOUDS!

The interview on Monday went well – so well, in fact, that I now have a second second interview tomorrow. No it wasn’t a typo, I have two interviews tomorrow, which means I could potentially be spending my weekend choosing between two awesome-sounding jobs. Unless I duff them both, which wouldn’t normally be something I’d worry about, except that tonight we are going OUT.

Normally, I wouldn’t go out the night before an interview, but this has been in the works for weeks, and we’ve rented costumes for it. It’s a burlesque dancer’s 30th birthday, which is being celebrated in a drag bar with a Victorian-themed costume party, hence the the hair above. Please don’t ask me how I have managed to only be here a month and somehow be going to a burlesque dancer’s 30th birthday party, in Victorian garb, at a drag queen bar. It’s a mystery to me too, but it should make for a fun update tomorrow or Saturday.