Good Weekend

After what seemed like the inevitable lull of my London adventures, I finally got my smile back this weekend :) (see, I even showed it to you... here's some teeth :D)

I think it was because I finally got some time to recharge and be completely alone. I don't care what anyone says, EVERYONE needs atleast one night to be by themselves unless they are completely dependent on the presence of other people. That's why I don't feel like I'm insulting anyone by saying it was nice to be alone a little bit.

It was also nice not to go out at all this weekend. I don't think I went to one pub, except for a couple hours on Thursday night, but I was home by midnight that night and out by 1230. Friday was another typical business seminar, this time about organisational (there are NO z's in London, my friends) leadership. Apparently, if I were a leader in a company, I would gather information and use it to gain power. Sound like me???

Don't answer that.

Then it was off to the Tate Modern. While cool, this is not my museum. I don't know if my brain can warp enough to understand the artistic meaning of some of the futuristic and surreal art that was there. There were some cool stuff and some regular old paintings that I enjoyed (Monet and Jackson Pollack) but then there were some NOT normal things. Like a whole section of art based on Freudian concepts. Interesting to look at, but don't look too long. Just don't.

Friday night I saw Jersey Boys. Another thing that wasn't quite for me. It was a good musical and the music and singers were fantastic, but I felt the play part was a little lacking. It seemed that the play just jumped forward in time so much and so quickly that it wasn't very smooth. This could have something to do with the fact that it had to cover a large span of time forthe Valli life and such, but still. It was a good way to spend the Friday night regardless.

Let me just place my rant of the blog post right here. There are two things, one a bigger annoyance than the other. Ok. Here we go.

People in London are apparently all under 5'6. NOTHING is made for a person taller than 5'6, or atleast not a woman. The dresses are incredibly too short for me to try on and the beds are way too short. In my bed, My head touches the head board while my feet are flat on the other board (foot board??). It makes it very difficult to sleep, not gonna lie. Also, people here tend to wear clothes that are too short for them, but I'll get to that later.

The second thing that is something I don't understand is the talking elevators. You don't need to tell me that the doors are closing... I have eyes, and when they start moving towards each other, I don't think "hey! I think I should get off the elevator now!" I guess at times it's nice to know what floor I'm on to know not to walk off absent mindedly, but then again, I have eyes. I can look a little LED number and know where I am. Oh well, I guess British people just always need directions. Buah hahahaha. That was just me being mean. I'm done.

Saturday was a really good day. Fantastic in fact. I woke up around 10am and went to do my laundry. I would say that that was annoying cause it took two hours, but it really wasn't to be honest. I put my laundry in, walked next door and got some starbucks and a pain of chocolat (french... grrrr) and than read The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo until my clothes were washed and dried. Not only did I have great luck with getting the good machines, but I got sunstantially farther in my book! And it's actually turning into a really good book. The plot is a little information overload and such but it keeps you hooked regardless.

After laundry, I went back to the apartment and folded things and got my stuff and went to Oxford street to shop.

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That's right people, I was asked directions and I told them the RIGHT way to go. In fact, because they were going to Oxford street as well, I just led them there. Such a cute little Bulgarian family. It was interesting too, because talking to them actually taught me a little about how different the generations are. The only people in the family who spoke english well were the children.

Oxford street was insanely crowded. I feel like if you were flying above in a helicopter you would think, anthill. The shops were very eclectic and all of them had sales, so it was a good time to shop. I couldn't find the one store I was looking for though, guess I'll wait till another weekend and get google directions or something haha. Damn you Jane Norman!! I got some clothes from Urban Outfitters, which interestingly have different clothes in the US than in the UK even though it's an international chain, and then a cute dress from a hole in the wall store called Madame Butterfly. Then some sandals. I met up with Grace and Michael to eat and give opinions too. Had the BEST mac and cheese for lunch. So good.

Didn't go out Saturday night either. Just got some movies with Grace, Dead Poet's Society and Vanity Fair, and watched them in the basement before going back to my room to read and watch Smallville. It was a nice quiet night. The people at the video store, which I am now a member of btw, did not appreciate our cultural movie tastes though. We wanted the Italian Job (new one) and Ocean's Eleven (new one) and they basically yelled at us. Apparently, because the old ones are much better, which I'm sure they are, the new ones don't count as movies.

I wouldn't argue with them, but they had Dukes of Hazard, Employee of the Month and movies like that, so I don't think they were in a position to talk trash about our movie tastes. Apparently, I haven't hit the drug age, which will help me appreciate the Dukes of Hazard. hmm.

Sunday I didn't do anythign again. I slept in, went to Hyde park to read a littl, went to the store and ended up watching the World Cup final in the basement. What a disappointing game! The best part was the karate kick foul. Almost compares to the head butt of four years ago but not quite. I was kinda upset that they go all the way to the final 15 minute over time and scored. We had gone so far. We wanted penalty kicks!!! oh well. There's alway 2014 haha If I even pay attention to it in the United States, which I probably won't.

Today was a work day, nothing exciting. But I'm going to pub trivia tonight. It's a really fun and relaxing way to spend a night so I'm excited.

Talk later!
Meredith