I'm at Heathrow loves. I have a quick jump in Frankfurt just ahead and then the long flight home. I have a box of Bendick's Bittermints in my bag that probably won't come to see the shores of Lake Michigan. So much to tell you but still organizing it a bit in my head. The bottom line was that it was the adventure I'd been craving with bits of very normal homelife folded in.
-I drank my weight in tea at Nick's. More like a fifty/fifty split with Pimm's actually (Alexa, it's my favorite too). We also watched cricket. Nonstop. Nick is a sport compendium. I make up rules to the assorted games he forces me to watch.
-We watched Charlie Bit Me no less than 23 times at Nick's. And all of the unfortunate remakes of Charlie Bit Me. And every other home movie put forward by Charlie and Harry's parents. That last one probably makes us pretty creepy but we're not the ones but our hilarious little ones on YouTube. Molly and I then brought our versions of it with us to Birmingham. Charlie, that really hurt and it's still huuurrrrtttting!
- Birmingham is trashtastic. No offense. Getting shamelessly hit on by toothless, wasted Brummies at 5 in the afternoon was kind've a trip highlight. Even Jaimeson was giggling at that point.
I did manage to befriend the aunt twice removed of a bride at our hotel. HUGE Indian wedding. All these gorgeous saris and everything smelled like samosas and we really should have taken them up on those leftovers.
-Dinner with Jaimeson, Jim and Molly at the pub next to the venue. At least 11 potatoes were sacrificed in the making of three meals. I'm not eating anything but vegetables for the next 3 weeks. Also...who knew that would turn out to be a double date? :)
I think I'll stop there, at the cusp of a story. More to come with a few pics. Double Decker tour bus life, The Hole in the Wall, Slapshot, Malteasers, Happy Go Lucky etc. And London of course with my most divine of deity friends.
What I will say now is that I love Bristol and I probably love him too. Mind the gap, I'm headed home.