dissonance

An ode to a summer day (in spring)

In pictures

 

Such a fangirl

Duuuudes, first celebrity encounter EVARRRRR!*  Woohooo!

Last night I went with Craig, his cousin Ross, and Chris to see The View in London (good show!)  Beforehand, we stopped by a pub for a few drinks and much to my delight and general OMGoodness, Soccer AM's Tim Lovejoy and Robbie Knox (aka The Tramp) were there (also for a few drinks before the going to the same concert) and ohhhhhhhhhhmygosh I got a picture with them!

Soccer AM has become something of a Saturday morning ritual for me and Craig.  It's this morning show that is loosely centered around soccer but surrounded by addictive randomness.  Firstly yes, it's called Soccer AM and it's in the UK so I don't know why it's not Football AM (actually that sounds stupid so I guess that answers that).

They also encourage a lot of viewer participation so people send in picture messages with totally random things like, "Hey check out this tub of butter that looks like it's angry!".  And they have this thing call the Soccerette where they bring in a random girl with long legs to walk up and down the stage with Tim to the tune of "Mr. Goodstuff".  Of course, since it is about soccer they have montages of all the week's highlights but even that's fun to watch 'cause they use really good music for background.  All this and much much more randomness.

By the time the ending comes around, and that week's football fan club kicks balls into the "b" of an inflatable "Wembley" balloon outside while "Que Cera Cera" is playing, any Friday night hangover has melted away and we're ready to face the day.

So my friends, I was utterly delighted to be able to take a picture with two of the guys from this awesome show.  Tim on the left being the main host, the tramp on the right has his own weekly segment called That Is Life where he asks a random question to people on the street.

They were both really nice!

Also, here is evidence of why Craig and I like each other so much.

We were both bobble heads in a previous life.

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* I'm not counting that time I smoked Leonardo Dicaprio's joint in that LA club because it wasn't really so much a celebrity encounter as smoking some guy's joint and the guy happened to be the guy in Titanic.

sock sock sock

No, not like smock smock smock*.

But socks!

Thought you guys might like a taste of what life without a dryer is like. 

Actually the place I live in does have a dryer, but it's totally unreliable and sometimes a light for "Empty Water" goes on and I haven't quite figured out how to empty the water. I mean, I've done it, but the light stays on and rather than tinkering and fuming over this weird system and then waiting an hour and a half for a load to dry, I decided to give in and participate in what I would now like to affectionately call The Sock Parade. 

This usually occurs at the same time as March of the Underwears, which are hidden behind the socks because lets face it people, this is the internets and it is full of pervs who would love to take a peek at them things and dude, that ain't happening.  At least not for free.

* How cool is that Wordie link? The wordphile in me is in luv.

It's actually a music venue

Monday concluded my second trip to Scotland. It was similar to the first trip, except more condensed.  I forgot to bring a camera, but I was able to capture these on my phone.

In Glasgow we stayed at the Malmaison hotel.  I thought it was quite stylish it was a refreshing change from the two single beds from a few weeks ago:

Craig was not as impressed as I was that the room knew who I was.

Spelled my name right and everything!

Since it was Easter, Craig's mom gave us some eggs as treats.  And by eggs I mean gigantic chocolate eggs laid by freakishly enormous bunnies:

That was Craig's breakfast, which I think I got two teeny bites of. It isn't that he's selfish (quite the opposite) but it isn't advisable to get in the way of a Scotsman and his sugar.

And as a followup to the evidence that Edinburgh is so way awesome, here's proof that it's actually all of Scotland that is awesome (this one's from Glasgow):

Aww yeah folks, they take things nice 'n' sleazy.

France pictures

I'm leaving for Easter in Scotland tonight so I figure before I tell you about my next trip, I really ought to post up pictures from my last one.  The captions and descriptions are not as interesting or funny as I would like but I'm currently battling a head cold and I'm already struggling staying awake without using any part of my brain.  It's really hard to do that.

Updates on recent thoughts:
- Still don't know where to go in Italy, although thanks for all those suggestions
- Still not sure if I want to go to the high school reunion, but I do think my life is pretty fantabulous so thanks to those who reminded me of this lucky fact

Happy Easter y'all. Did you know they don't have peeps here?  I don't even like to eat peeps but I do miss seeing them lined up at the grocery stores.  And riding off into the sunset.