So I just got back from my annual trip to London town... I had a fabulous time 5 days out of 7, and the other 2 days the city seemed to wear a bit thin on me, could not wait to get back to NY.
It started off last Tuesday, flew by Brit-Airways to Heathrow and then on to Paddington, from there crashed at a family member's house. Weird dynamics with family member and his wife. Needless to say, hardly felt very welcome at all! Which is strange and sad, since have always felt welcome with said family-member, he has always been the big brother I never had, as am only child. Sigh. Suppose there might be some marital problems brewing in the midst of eden?
Anyhoo, by Wed night was getting a bit pissed off at the whole situation and I caled up my friend from Columbia U., whom I shall call NormalGrl. NormalGrl was absolutley MARVELOUS!! She assured me I would be more than welcome to stay with her with full roomate approval, and I packed my little plastic bag and shot off to Paddington station as quick as my little brown legs could carry me.
Welcomed by both NormalGrl and her delightful roomate, my vacation finally began. That night went to a place called SALT. Very cool, good drinks, although buffalo wings could not possibly meet the standards of a new yorker, was very nice posh and pleasant place. Good job guys, if you're reading this! I must give this to the Brits though: their beer is far superior to the Piss that America drinks...bleh! (readers, you must try a place in london called Belgo to sample good variety of beers!)
That Thursday night was the big Euro Football Match between the Brits and the Portugese, and what a match it was!!! Brits scored within the 1st 3 minutes of the game and from then on was nailbiting match up until the penalty shots at the end. Well, was more nailbiting due to the fact that my fine friends were cheering for the opposing team, something you can only do at a posh place like Salt where the gentlemen go, otherwise we would have assuredly been beaten to a pulp at a regular pub. No, the "blokes" were a good bunch there and teased us , "You Americans are bad luck..." which was apparently so, as the Portugese won, but because it was lousy "bend it like Beckham"'s fault, not ours. HE SUCKS!!!
Do not understand Brit Dynamics, even though technically am a Brit. Well, was born a brit but came stateside when was very young, so yes that does make me 99%more american than brit, i suppose. See Brits on the surface during the hours of 7 (if they are awake at that hour) to 4 are so obnoxiously polite, reserved,(or should I say repressed?) That by the time happy hour surfaces, you can tell that all they want to do is burst. And burst they do, they go completely CraZY after just a few pints in them. They say whatever is on their mind, can be rough, obnoxious and abusive to a fault, as I encountered in a former visit to England, where being drunk was a conduit for a couple of them to be openly racist to me and my friends!!!! Silly, actually never have seen that kind of behaviour with grown adult men and women--- only have seen that a couple of times when I was peeling off young freshmen from the West End's floors, and even that was tamer. Sorry Brits, but I tell it how it is, us brooklyn girls have a tendency to do that.
Anyways, more later on trip Hooplah Part two, (though at a much later time, rotations are starting once more :*(