London Part I, postscript

We're not in London anymore, but we do have internet, and this is what I wrote sans internet a couple of evenings ago (also, my apologies for the lack of photos, but that is what Cameron and his digital camera are for [more to come on that later])...

Christy picked a good hotel. It has art and things, including a painting of a giant panda face, which is pretty awesome because it is like they decorated the hotel based on our softball team's name (the Stupid Pandas, for those of you not familiar with the team; and I say "our" team despite the fact that I am not on the team. I feel that I contribute quite a bit to team morale by joining Mike's grandpa in yelling from the bleachers.).

The hotel is at the southwest part of West End (I figured out we were in West End because we are down the block from where "Wicked" is playing, and one of the posters outside said something about it being a "West End sensation"; that is a significant improvement over the book, which blew.). We are a 10-15 minute walk from the Thames and Westminster Abbey and Big Ben, which all look spectacular at night. The Abbey was built in something like 1065, which is just silly. That was, like, before the wheel was invented. We are also about 10 minutes from the Albert, a Pub we have already hit up twice. It serves "extra cold" Guinness, which is pretty much the greatest thing ever. It also seems to have a playlist that only consists of disco and Queen songs.

We went to a football match today. I will leave it to the football fans (i.e., go see Mike and Christy's blog: http://twovillasineurope.blogspot.com/) on this trip to describe it justly. Suffice to say, my new crapass team to support will be Fulham, because I was the only one who managed to get a jersey, and because I am all about lost causes. Fulham is at the bottom of the Premiership standings and in danger of dropping into the lower division, and when they scored a goal to make it 2-nil with about 10 minutes left, the crowd started chanting, "We will stay up! We'll stay up!" We had seats in the second row, close enough for everyone (including the two 10-year-olds sitting in front of us) to scream obscenities at the opposing team's players. The energy in the stadium was palpable, even though it was a match between bottom feeders in the Premiership.

and then we left England way too early on Sunday morning to go to Barcelona, where there is real food... and moving on to blog #2.