Here's a big, fat, juicy post just dripping with pictures.
(Hmm, somehow that intro is kind of disturbing but it really works with the title doesn't it?)
A couple of weeks ago I got to see The Killers at Brixton Academy due to a lucky connection:
They were excellent performers it was great to sing along with everyone in the crowd.
That Sunday I cooked a Thanksgiving dinner for some friends. Here's Chris digging in before the rest have even filled their plates:
Mike and JD show their approval:
I love feeding people!
And here I am with the nurse who wasn't a nurse but actually the murderess at last week's Murder Mystery dinner.
On Friday I saw this year's Warren Miller movie, Off the Grid and they were holding a raffle during intermission and guess what? I won a really nice snowboarding jacket!! Ok, actually my lucky connection (same lucky connection I got the Killers ticket from) won it but I became the lucky recipient 'cause I'm a Medium Lady and he's not. This works out perfectly because I've already got two snowboarding trips lined up for Scotland and France. Yes! Snowboarding in Scotland and France! Feel free to hate you haters.
I spent this past weekend in London and had my first mince pie, which is mini pie filled with some sort of spiced up fruit mix. It's very English Christmas-y so I forked over £1 for a mince pie & coffee combo:
To be perfectly honest I was over the experience after about 2 bites and I'm glad I bought a cherry coconut danish as a backup.
When we got to London we went ice skating at the Tower of London, which is an admittedly corny activity but it was fun and damn, after a taste of true winterish activity, I want to go snowboarding now! I think Craig had fun too (aka lucky connection).
We wandered around Covent Garden for a bit and I saw a puppet show... thing...
It was mostly little kids watching but I must admit that I was tempted to participate ("It's the policeman, everyone!" "Hi-i-i, policeman!!") Later in the evening we met up with Craig's friends at a pub called The White Hart and apparently it's the oldest licensed pub in London. And considering how old everything here is, when they say it's the oldest licensed pub, you know it's pretty damned old.
I'm back in the states in 11 days! Break out the kimchee and carne asada, biotches!