When I have left you so long without writing, it is hard to know where to begin.
I guess you should know that I have made a beautiful new friend. Â Elsa is French, she makes a mean quiche, she’s agreed not to push me down on the playground (we work together and she promised to be honest when I screw things up), and she likes some of the same geeky things Drew and I like.
On Friday evening I took more cold medicine than a person should before Drew and I wandered after work to Charing Cross to meet Elsa and her lovely group of merry-makers. Â We invited Kerry and Emily to join us; it was a no-brainer deciding that these new friends would enjoy meeting each other. Â (The Haha Bar and Grill is a great place to meet, drink, and eat by the way.)
On Saturday P!NK shared her heart with us in a stunning show at the O2. Â
You can catch my full review in the Hot or Not section, but I’ll say that it was F-F-T. (That’s fan-freaking-tastic for you non-cursers; the rest of you can sort yourselves out, I’m sure.)  What was not so F-F-T was the replacement bus that was running due to tube refurbishment.  We were squished in like hot little sardines.  I was almost stung by a bee.  I met a very nice little boy on the bus, but he was standing on my foot when his bladder finally failed.  That was right before a lady fainted.  Fun times.  The queue for a taxi after the concert was 45 minutes long and complete with a drunk bum wandering around with a neon orange toy gun talking about shooting “cabbies and coppers”.  Good times.  Worth it.  SO worth it.  Ah, P!NK, I love that girl…
Sunday was almost wasted because we old folks slept so late. Â The always fabulous Kerry and Emily invited us to join their Sunday afternoon pub stroll so we met them at The Lowlander between Holborn and Covent Garden for a snack.
Then we all followed Emily to Covent Garden for a drink at the lovely Porterhouse Pub.
Post Porterhouse we had pizza at Fire and Stone. Â (I know, I know: “dang, Gina!” Â That’s jus’ how they roll in London.)
We walked toward home together until we parted beside the dramatically lit St. Paul’s Cathedral. Â Did I mention that we live in London? Â St. Paul’s is in our neighborhood, no less.
On Monday we had dinner with Elsa and some of her lovely friends and housemates.  She is a fantastic chef and quite a lot of fun.  That must be why she has such a great group of friends around her…  After dinner we saw X-Men Origins: Wolverine.  Drew and I were proud to teach them about that weird thing that we do – waiting to see if there is an additional scene at the end of the credits…  I am so glad it paid off or we might have looked a bit foolish in front of our new friends.
Tonight I am thinking of my cat. Â (And you, of course. Â I mean, I write all of this for you!) Â He might soon be joining us in London. Â There are signs that he may miss us just much as we miss him, so we’ve decided to double down our efforts to bring our little boy overseas. Â If you know someone who might be interested in fostering him for about seven months, please let us know. Â My mom has another alpha male at her house and they just don’t get along.
That is all for now  – sleep well, my lovelies.  My sick husband must be snuggled.