Kodachrome
These are all from our first day in London. You can probably tell I am a bit bored. In fact, I am irritated because I cannot buy my MacBook until Thursday now so that I work the credit card system to the max. That'll give me a month to pay it off since Wednesday is my next payment date - glad I checked or I'd have been fucked. Anyway, I'm consoling myself with happy pictures (and emails to Lady).
A truly happy moment - my long-awaited reunion with Tesco. And, God, was it good. I didn't have any Biopot because I couldn't bear the thought of wasting it... I had no means of refrigeration and did not feel brave enough to try to consume so much yoghurt at once. That + ale = disastrous, methinks.
Around Piccadilly Circus, I think... if that's where we are, Eros is at my back.
The Royal Naval College in Greenwich. Greenwich in general was either stunning and imperial or quaint and super cute. And I got to see the Harrison chronometers at the Royal Observatory, which was bad-ass. They're a throwback to my Smithsonian days with Carlene, and Rob can attest to how excited I was to see them in person... 'cause I'm a dork. But they're SO cool and literally changed the course of navigation - pun intended - and the British Empire.
Looking down the hill from the Royal Observatory - in the foreground (well, after all the damn foliage I couldn't shoot around) you have the National Maritime Museum. You can sort of see the Royal Naval College behind that, and then the Thames, and then London!
Sally on the Prime Meridian. Touristy but incredible, really.
Cutty Sark, round two! I think cutters are gorgeous, and it was cute to catch this grandfather/grandson duo on the deck. Plus, the whole time we were milling around the ship and soaking in Greenwich, I couldn't stop smiling and laughing to myself about finally seeing this ship that Kim and I joked about for sooo long... On our trip to London in 2004 (fucking LSAT!), I must have mentioned something about wanting to see this ship, so every single ship we saw on the Thames prompted her to ask me if that was the Cutty Sark. It never was, and we were never even near Greenwich, but my irritation at her intentional negligence of the details I repeatedly provided her and just reality in general - for her own amusement, of course (classic Kim) - turned into a hilarious running inside joke... (Well, after I got over wanting to strangle her and gave in to the humor of it all - she loves to piss me off and then make me laugh.) Imagine that. Kim and I have inside jokes that are funny to no one else. Huh.
Rob outside our first pub in London. This should have gone with the fish and chips picture I posted long ago. I had been jonesin' for real fish and chips for ages in anticipation of the trip, and I was not disappointed! Getting a fresh Fuller's wasn't half bad either. It was my first meal post-airplane, and my God, it was ecstasy in my mouth.
A truly happy moment - my long-awaited reunion with Tesco. And, God, was it good. I didn't have any Biopot because I couldn't bear the thought of wasting it... I had no means of refrigeration and did not feel brave enough to try to consume so much yoghurt at once. That + ale = disastrous, methinks.
Around Piccadilly Circus, I think... if that's where we are, Eros is at my back.
The Royal Naval College in Greenwich. Greenwich in general was either stunning and imperial or quaint and super cute. And I got to see the Harrison chronometers at the Royal Observatory, which was bad-ass. They're a throwback to my Smithsonian days with Carlene, and Rob can attest to how excited I was to see them in person... 'cause I'm a dork. But they're SO cool and literally changed the course of navigation - pun intended - and the British Empire.
Looking down the hill from the Royal Observatory - in the foreground (well, after all the damn foliage I couldn't shoot around) you have the National Maritime Museum. You can sort of see the Royal Naval College behind that, and then the Thames, and then London!
Sally on the Prime Meridian. Touristy but incredible, really.
Cutty Sark, round two! I think cutters are gorgeous, and it was cute to catch this grandfather/grandson duo on the deck. Plus, the whole time we were milling around the ship and soaking in Greenwich, I couldn't stop smiling and laughing to myself about finally seeing this ship that Kim and I joked about for sooo long... On our trip to London in 2004 (fucking LSAT!), I must have mentioned something about wanting to see this ship, so every single ship we saw on the Thames prompted her to ask me if that was the Cutty Sark. It never was, and we were never even near Greenwich, but my irritation at her intentional negligence of the details I repeatedly provided her and just reality in general - for her own amusement, of course (classic Kim) - turned into a hilarious running inside joke... (Well, after I got over wanting to strangle her and gave in to the humor of it all - she loves to piss me off and then make me laugh.) Imagine that. Kim and I have inside jokes that are funny to no one else. Huh.
Rob outside our first pub in London. This should have gone with the fish and chips picture I posted long ago. I had been jonesin' for real fish and chips for ages in anticipation of the trip, and I was not disappointed! Getting a fresh Fuller's wasn't half bad either. It was my first meal post-airplane, and my God, it was ecstasy in my mouth.
posted by Sally O'Malley at 2:11 PM
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"Ecstasy in my mouth", eh? I think I'll leave that one alone.
Friends, take a close look at the crazed look on Sally's face as she prepares to enter Tesco. Not that I wasn't excited as well, but you couldn't have held the girl back with a thousand Palace Guards.
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