And a good evening to you from across the Pond after another GREAT DAY in the Mother Country. Okay, so when I last left you, Muffin Puffin was PASSED OUT and Sammy was starving. Well, I actually left Perfect Pumpkin asleep whilst I grabbed a coffee and croissant from Pret before taking an hour or so to walk through Regent's Park. The trees are still holding on to their leaves (barely), and the leaves are still holding on to their (now GORGEOUS) colors.
The walk was great, and the sea of red, yellow, and orange was truly fantastic. As I walked through the park (actually meandering into the rose garden, some of which were still kicking, looked beautiful, and smelled AMAZING), it hit me fairly hard that time's almost up - we only have TWO MORE SUNDAYS in London! Taking it all in, I definitely had the twinge of sadness thinking about how quick not only this year and a half has been, but also life in general. To quote one of my favorite songs ever (by Benny Wilson, for the record): "Life goes zero to sixy in the blink of an eye."
But I cannot dwell on anything sad, as I had to get back to th house, rouse muffin, and then head out to meet the Hitman! That's right - Hitman's back on friendly shores, and so I met him at the Prince Louise for a sloooooooow entry back into the booze. I started with just an oatmeal stout, working through through something nice and thick to space out the drinks.
After a pint there, we rolled over to the Salisbury (that's right - BACK at the Salisbury - TWO DAYS ON THE TROT, BABY!!!!), where we took down a few more. Muffin met us here, and we spent th better part of an hour feeling as though we were in some bizarre alter dimension, as NONE of the tables around us seemed to quite fit together. Whether it was the group of 10 over weight naval officers in SKIN TIGHT POLYESTER ALL DRINKING CIDER, the 97 year old woman with dreadlocks hitting on the 30 year old beside us, or the parents who actually had their 1 year old SITTING ON THE BAR whilst they chatted, it was all a bit bizarre. And with our tummies rumbling, we made the walk into Chinatown.
And it was here that we scored our greatest victory, as we discovered a NEW AND POTENTIALLY BEST Chinese place called (appropriately enough) "Imperial China." This place, set back in a gutted building (cultrual revolution style) and with a waterfall and bridge you have to cross, was AMAZING. I mean, from the duck to the scallops to the crispy beef, it was WICKED TASTY. Hitman's heart was broken when he asked the server: "You guys just opened, right?" only to hear this cat say, "Well, we've just been here 8 or 9 years." GUTTED! But hey - better late than never!
We then caught a nightcap at the Imperial (or the Penguin as I like to call it - details...) before heading back to the house. And now, with another work week looming, it's time to sign off and call it a night.
Okay, that's all the news that's fit to print. Chat tomorrow!
Sam and Jenny