My unofficial goal earlier this year was to post twice a week. And then I went to Paris. And then the Fishers came to visit. And then I went to London. And then well work got insane. Good thing it was an unofficial goal.
And then. Then I was going to catch up on some posts I'd been meaning to write. Go all the way back to my trip to Paris and tell you about a few things. Show you some pictures. And I started a entry. And then before I could finish it our computer died. Crash. Burn. It's at the Apple doctor now. We haven't heard anything. G Unit is pretty worried that when we try to go back to the shop they'll be gone. Empty office. Absconded with our laptop. Like thieves in the night. I think they just left work early.
So now here I am using my cough*work*cough laptop to do a catch up post. G Unit is at the store with Kristy while I'm recovering from a hellish two weeks at work while Tony surfs the internet. Who are Kristy and Tony you ask? Our current houseguests. Garren grew up with Kristy across the street and her parents and his parents are still very good friends. They are doing a 5 week worldwind tour of Europe. They just came from London and are leaving for Rome tomorrow and then it's off to Germany and France after that.
And G Unit and I are leaving for Italy one week from tomorrow. Bring. It. On. But that's in a week. For those of you who might be wondering how my trip to London was a few weeks ago. I thought I'd tell you. It was work. Honestly I didn't get out much. I went to my training. I did some work in the evenings....That was about it.
Except I did get to go to Bar Boulud at the hotel one night. Man that was tasty. Charcuterie made on site. Yummy. I had the piggy burger. Which had BBQ pulled pork on top of the paddy. Oh good god. I felt very American getting the burger. Totally worth the stereotype. My sister should take note to try the place out as Chef Boulud is a native of Lyon and the menu has some traditional dishes from that area.
I was not staying at the hotel chain I work for as it was too expensive for my budget. Go figure. So I ended up closer to the Corporate Offices at The Sanderson. I am so not cool enough for this hotel. The elevator was like walking into a club. It was dark with a glow in the dark universe. I kid you not. And there were no doors inside the hotel room. The bathroom was a glass box and there were curtains you could use to close it off from the bedroom. And there was a painting on the ceiling above the bed about where your head is. I suppose it's interesting, but my question is if it's dark, cause usually you would only be laying down on the bed looking up to go to sleep, how can you really appreciate the painting? And everything was white. Very modern. Not really my style but fun to experience when I wasn't footing the bill.
I also got to watch just random TV. G Unit and I only download so there is not usually just background TV on at our house. No news. Nothing. So it was nice to watch some random English TV. I somehow ended up watching a documentary about Queen. It was strangely fascinating and I have a new appreciation for the band, as G Unit can attest to as I have been listening to their music quite a bit.
On the personal side I did squeeze in a visit to the O'Malleys. I crashed in on them one evening and joined them for dinner. It was lovely as always. Seeing the O'Mallyes is like seeing family and I always feel at home. Besides that I managed to pop out and go shopping the night before I left. I don't remember there being so MANY people in London. Oxford Street was crazy. I spent 20 minutes in line just to try on some things in Banana Republic. And every store I went into was full. You could barely walk down a sidewalk. I love London and always thought I wanted live there but with the amount of people contained in such a small area...I don't think I could do it. I like my cities on the smaller side. I need room to breathe people. I need a short commute. Time is too valuable to waste commuting 2 hours every day.
So there it is. My London trip. Told in a random stream of consciousness fashion. Probably with lots of spelling errors. Some of you may have been lucky enough to get postcards. It is so much easier to send them when you can ask for stamps in English. I need to find a tourist trap in Prague that sells postcard stamps. They'll understand English.
And now back my weekend schedule of being a lazy bum.
And then. Then I was going to catch up on some posts I'd been meaning to write. Go all the way back to my trip to Paris and tell you about a few things. Show you some pictures. And I started a entry. And then before I could finish it our computer died. Crash. Burn. It's at the Apple doctor now. We haven't heard anything. G Unit is pretty worried that when we try to go back to the shop they'll be gone. Empty office. Absconded with our laptop. Like thieves in the night. I think they just left work early.
So now here I am using my cough*work*cough laptop to do a catch up post. G Unit is at the store with Kristy while I'm recovering from a hellish two weeks at work while Tony surfs the internet. Who are Kristy and Tony you ask? Our current houseguests. Garren grew up with Kristy across the street and her parents and his parents are still very good friends. They are doing a 5 week worldwind tour of Europe. They just came from London and are leaving for Rome tomorrow and then it's off to Germany and France after that.
And G Unit and I are leaving for Italy one week from tomorrow. Bring. It. On. But that's in a week. For those of you who might be wondering how my trip to London was a few weeks ago. I thought I'd tell you. It was work. Honestly I didn't get out much. I went to my training. I did some work in the evenings....That was about it.
Except I did get to go to Bar Boulud at the hotel one night. Man that was tasty. Charcuterie made on site. Yummy. I had the piggy burger. Which had BBQ pulled pork on top of the paddy. Oh good god. I felt very American getting the burger. Totally worth the stereotype. My sister should take note to try the place out as Chef Boulud is a native of Lyon and the menu has some traditional dishes from that area.
I was not staying at the hotel chain I work for as it was too expensive for my budget. Go figure. So I ended up closer to the Corporate Offices at The Sanderson. I am so not cool enough for this hotel. The elevator was like walking into a club. It was dark with a glow in the dark universe. I kid you not. And there were no doors inside the hotel room. The bathroom was a glass box and there were curtains you could use to close it off from the bedroom. And there was a painting on the ceiling above the bed about where your head is. I suppose it's interesting, but my question is if it's dark, cause usually you would only be laying down on the bed looking up to go to sleep, how can you really appreciate the painting? And everything was white. Very modern. Not really my style but fun to experience when I wasn't footing the bill.
I also got to watch just random TV. G Unit and I only download so there is not usually just background TV on at our house. No news. Nothing. So it was nice to watch some random English TV. I somehow ended up watching a documentary about Queen. It was strangely fascinating and I have a new appreciation for the band, as G Unit can attest to as I have been listening to their music quite a bit.
On the personal side I did squeeze in a visit to the O'Malleys. I crashed in on them one evening and joined them for dinner. It was lovely as always. Seeing the O'Mallyes is like seeing family and I always feel at home. Besides that I managed to pop out and go shopping the night before I left. I don't remember there being so MANY people in London. Oxford Street was crazy. I spent 20 minutes in line just to try on some things in Banana Republic. And every store I went into was full. You could barely walk down a sidewalk. I love London and always thought I wanted live there but with the amount of people contained in such a small area...I don't think I could do it. I like my cities on the smaller side. I need room to breathe people. I need a short commute. Time is too valuable to waste commuting 2 hours every day.
So there it is. My London trip. Told in a random stream of consciousness fashion. Probably with lots of spelling errors. Some of you may have been lucky enough to get postcards. It is so much easier to send them when you can ask for stamps in English. I need to find a tourist trap in Prague that sells postcard stamps. They'll understand English.
And now back my weekend schedule of being a lazy bum.
