i can see clearly now...

the rain is SO not gone. a few brisk yet beautiful days were followed by, well, crap. some london "snow" which the city had amazingly prepared itself for by salting and sanding the streets excessively the night before. funny how productive fear can be. a snowy night and morning turned into a slushy afternoon and a very wet and windy weekend. the london i expected all along... no disappointments. don't worry. a few drops of water aren't about to get the best of this mid-westerner.

the weekend went somthing like this: kill bill, stella artois (bottle and can ... we like to switch it up), the club 93 feet east (from djs and dancing to live music and beyond), lost in translation, 2 1/2 hours of runway fashion shows on vhs, ELLE-collections, id, the british museum, comics and coincidences, high heels, cheap wine, a tube encounter with an easily suspected mental ward escapee, bathroom adventures, an artsy house party, what felt like a 12 hour bus tour home, cereal in bed, lost in translation (again), pajamas, shopping in camden market, cool artists, the best sweet treat ever invented, skype, and dinner with parents of a crazy bostonian.






that brings us up to now... with a cup o' green tea (which tastes strangely like tobacco compared to the black tea i've become slightly dependent on) in bed ready to watch yet another movie thinking about how that long list i just made did not include any work. hmmm. oh well. that't what mondays are for.