And a good evening to you from across the Pond after a GREAT weekend in the Mother Country. I am currently sitting here, sipping on a pint of "Fursty Ferret" and enjoying the musical stylings of the Gin Blossoms, thinking about how absolutely WONDERFUL life is at the moment. I am happy to report that, after a LONG AND COLD winter, the weather is FINALLY turning. Blue skies are starting to appear, the world is light until almost 6:30, and the weather is, for the first time in 2010, above 50 degrees Fahrenheit. It has done wonders for our moods, as it truly does feel like spring. You can feel the people of London are ready, ITCHING in fact, for that first week of "warm" weather. I can certainly see it in both mine and Jenny's behavior, and we are DEFINITELY happier people. But I get ahead of myself - let me start with Saturday afternoon and walk you through the change from "grim winter Taylors" to "shiny happy Sam and Jenny."
When we last left you, we were in route for the quarterly buzzcut. I am happy to report that, after 14 weeks (four of which were definitely "Frank the Tank" style) of allowing a bush to grow on top of my head, I am now back to being a space monkey (Fight Club reference for anyone scoring at home), courtesy of Mr.Topper's 7 GBP haircut (from a Polish dude with dreds who spoke ZERO English other than the numbers on a clipper guard). I feel pretty...oh so pretty!
We then rolled into South Kensington, where we met the Newcomb family! So back story - Sean is my boss, and we've been working together since 2006. I am happy to report that we're also pals, and we've shared more than a few pints together in the Mother Country over the last 4 years. However, before yesterday, muffin puffin and I had never met the "Hitman clan."
We rolled over to their place (they're on assignment here for 2 months) and caught some Six Nations, meeting the fam and tearing through a few beers along the way. After that, we rolled over to Knightsbridge (check out the Brady Bunch photo - see if you can tell who DOESN'T belong), where we had a GREAT Italian meal at a place called Montepulciano (hello angel hair pasta and crab - CHUUUUUUUUUUUUUBBBBBBBBY BBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYY). We then rolled back toward their place, where we caught a few more pints (and some Italian soccer) at the Gloucester Arms (Fizzy - same place where I first met the PLU!).
We made it home around 12:30 and promptly PASSED OUT, and we remained largely comatose until about noon today, at which point we awakened to GLORIOUS blue skies. Wanting to seize the day, we rolled over the Ozer, where we had our usual "pay what you think it's worth" eggs with spicy sausage and filter coffee before wandering into Regent's Park to have a wander amidst the AMAZING weather.
Granted, it's still a little chilly, but the last two days have been the "breakout weekend" we have DESPERATELY been waiting for. There is sun, there are blue skies, and people are choosing a walk in the park vs. solace in the pub (we are trying both, for the record :-)) for the first time since late October. And whilst most flowers or trees still aren't in bloom, there are signs that the frosts are over and springtime is beginning in earnest (good timing - since next Sunday is officially Spring on the calendar).
We wandered through the park for about 45 minutes, and I chatted with mom the whole time (appropriate, since it's "Mum's Day" in the UK today). We then wandered around a bit, including swinging over to Baker Street and checking out Jenny's local gym, where some 134 year old lady yelled at me for "being in the pool area with shoes on that could track in glass." Really? REALLY? She's lucky I didn't go find some glass to break over her head. But I digress...
We then wandered back to the Marylebone, a pub on the high street that serves a beer we're particularly fond of (Sagres). Ray - you'll be happy to know that, when I called it "Sauch," she looked at me as though I was speaking Swahili. When she said, "Did you mean SAH-GRAYS," I just nodded and said, "Two, please." I think we should carry Sagres at the Donkey and Doorknob so we can properly educate people about your homeland.
We're now back at the flat, spirits high and looking forward to the week ahead. Tonight we'll hopefully book a few more hotels and complete our June travel planning. Either way, we know there's a pizza, cheese, and wine in our future, so life is guuuuuuuuuuuuuud.
Okay, that's all the news that's fit to print. Chat tomorrow!
Sam and Jenny