Life is real busy ’round here. Twenty-ten keeps bringing new things. I am worn slap out!
Drew and Jen woke me up at the crack of dawn on Sunday; the new place (where I have my own bedroom) is nice, but I was not excited about moving at that unheard of hour. Our friend Ade helped us – and by “helped us” I mean that he masterminded the work, wouldn’t let me lift a thing, drove our well loved stuff from one place to the other, and kept us entertained with stories about his kids. He is so cute. And spoken for. But I do think he was flirting with me; he called me doll.
As a celebration, and because we don’t need an excuse to enjoy lunch with good-looking people, we had lunch with Ade and Mel at The Red Lion when the move was complete. The nut roast will make you fall right out of your chair and the strawberry mess might be made of heaven. I ain’t kiddin’. BTW, it turns out that Mel is pretty dang stunning, so Ade may not be asking me out. More power to them, really. Besides, I think I have got a thing for this guy that Sarah introduced me to.
I think Aleksandr is more my type. Just look at him. He is so well spoken and very polite. He has a hot tub. But I don’t spill all the details of my dates. For that, you might want to rely on Nicole.
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What is Ladies’ Night, really? Ima clear this mystery up for you.
It’s ladies+random conversation+anything they want to do. Maybe I had a glass of wine and maybe I didn’t. Maybe I had some of that organic hummus Jen will not quit raving about at The Duke of Cambridge. Maybe I had Apple Crumble for dinner with or without another glass of wine. Or maybe I had a coke and called it a glass of wine. You don’t know.
Ok, well, there IS overwhelming evidence that I had the Apple Crumble. But you don’t know that it was dinner.
That’s how Ladies’ Night works. I do what I want and I don’t feel the least bit guilty about it; I don’t have to explain myself. We aren’t hurting anyone-we are just solving the troubles of the world over a bit of Apple Crumble and cider. They should hire us to be President of the World. Or not.
Ok, well, it was Ladies’ Night because Drew worked too late to join us. On a Friday night… He ain’t playin’ about this new gig. That’s alright. I might end up in Barcelona for a weekend because I fit in a suitcase. Yeah, I said it. Jen knows. My skirt might be short, but we got an understanding – he’s not my type. I go more for the poly/cotton blend.
The website post is somehow better than the facebook version. I can’t explain it.
We need to talk. Are you sitting down? I went to Pizza Hut on Sunday.
That is not the big news, stop laughing. What I am trying to tell you is that I can’t find my favorite pizza on the menu. Back in the good ‘ol US of A the menu made sense. Who got the cotton-pickin’ idea to put shrimp and scallops on a pizza?! These European people are weird. Wait. Shrimp on pizza… I guess maybe… No. Nevermind. Not cool.
I am going to give four stars to the brilliant minds that kept MUG rootbeer and Wild Cherry Pepsi on the menu because I am going to need a frosty beverage to wash down the chilis that come on everything. Dang, Jen. Are you sure your insides are not on fire? (Will somebody send me some Preparation H? I don’t know what they put on piles here.)
And this was following the Mexican food I had Saturday night at a birthday party for our friend Lauren; which was before I had to show them all up on the dance floor at Club de Fromage. Oooh child. I had to make the boys get in line to buy me drinks.
Speaking of drinks, Drew took me star-gazing on Tuesday at the Premiere of An Education in Leicester Square.
The square has been packed with all of the British Film Festival Events this week! Thankfully, I was safe on the balcony at Ruby Blue with a comp’d bottle of Cava. (Cava=fizzy Spanish wine. Don’t ac’ like you already knew that. Sorry, I am a little cranky because my butt is still on fire after the Vegetarian Hot One that Drew and Jen made me eat on Sunday.)
I have had some fun this week, but I think I am going to look for some of those Blackcurrant Tums Jen’s got in the medicine cabinet. A girl has got to get out more.
Hey everybody! Gina here. We’re gonna skip right over the part where I point out that nobody thought to give me a little face time on this blog until now — straight to the part where I tell you about “Take Gina to Work Day”. It’s a little something I invented when I got tired of site seeing by myself while Jen and Drew went to work every day. Apparently Jen’s employers think it’s a cute American tradition so we’re square. I had to fill out some kind of confidentiality agreement being as everything I saw and heard was top confidential and all.
Everyone was really great though; I met people from all over the world in one tiny little office. Now, I have never in my life seen people make such a fuss over meetings and the refreshments necessary to hold or participate in a meeting. (Remember, the details are prolly confidential…) I have also never seen so many people shuffling to meetings before and after jaunting off to lunch. I could almost get used to this.
Alright, ya’ll — I am about to lay down some truth. Jen’s job is hard. DO NOT be fooled by my smile in these photographs, I’m a natural behind the camera. I had a good time and all but they expect you to come to meetings with a pencil and then you have to carry around these folders of papers… Really.
I must admit though, that I am really good at holding a teleconference. People like the way I talk.
Before I forget, I have to send a ‘shout out’ to my girl Sassy back in the states! It is way past time for a visit from you; pack yo’ bags. I have discovered ALL the fun things to do here. Drew and Jen don’t mind carrying us around (and it’s a lot quicker than hauling tail around town with these short little legs!). See you in August?