Sunday, April 4, 2010

out and about


Strange advertising campaign all over the underground. This is one of the tamer posters.


Frites in butter sauce at Café Rouge with Maren, Chris, and Beth...dinner of champions


Spring has sprung at St. Paul's! (and elsewhere in London)


St. Paul's churchyard


From South America to Europe, Mar = good travel buddy


My first official guests!


Chris, Maren, Jen in the middle of the street by St. Paul's


Jen and Maren, enjoying some Sam Smith at Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese


Mom! First night in London at Pizza Express


Mama at St. Paul's


Queen's Theatre, where Mom and I saw Les Mis


More Queen's, right before they told everyone to stop taking pictures


Jen + daffodils at Victoria Embankment park


Jen, Mom, and Union Jack in the background


Victoria Embankment


Easter brunch bloody Mary's after church


After five months, I finally made it to Buckingham Palace!


Mom posing in front of the Palace


Cool tree in Hyde Park on the Princess Diana Memorial Walk


A British Easter basket :-)

Jen's Motel

Come and stay in Jen's Motel, where the treasures of England await...


It could be YOU on this velour-covered air mattress!!


Amuse yourself with our wide collection of takeaway menus! Sample the Gin & Tonic in a can!


Loads of photo opportunities for you at Jen's Motel!


Tasty local canned beverages make nice decorations!

Friday, April 2, 2010

putting on my tourist hat :-)

for the second week in a row, jen's motel has visitors and this time, my mama is the star guest! she's a sneaky little devil and crawled in to sleep on the air mattress while i was brushing my teeth, so i guiltily slept in my bed. (however we both agree that the air mattress is strangely comfortable.)

our friday agenda was action packed:

bus tour of london
dinner in the theatre district
theatre

i took Mom for her first ride on the underground and she did pretty well. it was clear that this apple (read: me) hasn't fallen far from the tree, as i caught her beaming and smiling at the other passengers on the northern line. :-) how are the brits going to handle the two of us for the next four days?!?

london wasn't being the most cooperative with its weather and was alternating between bouts of sunshine and sideways downpours. and it was about 7 degrees. bleh. :-) nevertheless we piled onto a double decker tour bus to have a looksee at all the interesting stuff around the city. what's funny is that we were never more than a 50 minute walk from my flat most of the time we were on the bus!

we managed to hit most of the highlights, stopping at café rouge by st. paul's for soup and bloody mary's (Mom had coffee) then eventually getting off the bus because i kept having to wee...and we had to get ready to go to the theatre!

we LOVE going to musicals and used to see at least one per year when i lived in cincy. i have been wanting to see les miserables forever, and it just so happens to be constantly running in london. and we scored wicked seats! at the last minute, mind you.

i don't spend much time in the piccadilly circus area and was at a loss for where we could get a decent dinner. luckily there is timeout, a web site where you can search by neighborhood. we were hungry for italian and after reading 5-6 really bad reviews of other restaurants, finally settled on one that had good reviews for its pasta: il cucciolo on denman street. it was tiny and the waitstaff was actually italian. :-) even better, the food was delicious! i'm addicted to gnocchi with gorgonzola so i tried it and was very impressed. (i really wanted spaghetti carbonara but it was good friday...)

the queen's theatre was only a few steps away down shaftesbury avenue, so we got there in plenty of time to collect our tickets from will call and find our very, very excellent seats. the musical was incredible. theatre in london is a bit different, i think - more dramatic? or maybe it was because it was a night show and i usually see matinees? not sure but i would highly recommend this one if you ever come to london!

it was LONG though, so by the time we let out it was getting close to 11 and we foolishly decided to take the underground. what a zoo. there were massive cues just to get through the card scanners, then people were standing all over the escalator. augh. claustrophobia! we finally got on a train and settled into seats across from each other, while 80 other people crammed into the aisle between us. they were just closing the doors when a voice came over the loudspeaker and said:

"this train is being held by the british transport police"

oh dear.

this has NEVER happened to me and i have spent the last 1.5 days making a case as to why it's fine for me to run around london alone at night. train fights are not helping my cause. we sat there for a bit and as i peeked across the aisle, i could see my mother chatting merrily with the teen next to her. :-) the bobbies eventually broke up the fight and we made it back to old street, just as it started to piss it down sideways. as we walked back to my place, we played a fun game called "who had a more disgusting experience on the tube?"

mine: the guy next to me had a takeaway box full of what looked and smelled like vomit

hers: someone had forgotten to pull their pants up all the way and was showing 6 inches of crack

ha ha. not sure who wins this one.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

takin' one for the team

one thing that seems to be a global characteristic of my company is the love of ping pong doubles tournaments. cincinnati ripped the idea off of san francisco, and london has now ripped it off of both of them. or maybe london was first. who knows.

at any rate, i signed up to play not because i'm good but because ping pong is loads of fun. and anyway, Stiner and i held our own in the cincinnati tournament last year!

the tourney officially began last week and my partner Ross and i have been half heartedly practicing for the last few days. this little event is a BFD in our office, hence, when it came time for our match today, we had an audience waiting to watch. our opponents were known to be pretty talented, and everyone was expecting my team to lose hands down.

suckers.

first game was indeed a loss. however, Ross and i started getting it together in the second game and were making a small comeback. and then...i heard a noise.

my go-to, had-it-since-i-was-22 denim skirt just could not handle all the lunging and the modest slit in the front gave out. i looked down just in time to see another two inches of leg appear. of course our audience and the opposing team noticed. what to do but laugh and keep playing!

except every time i went for the ball, the slit got a bit longer. in my defence, i was wearing black leggings so there really was nothing to see. however, we were all cracking up and it became an unwritten rule that i couldn't bend over anymore. God only knew what would happen to the poor skirt.

three games and about six inches later, Ross and i beat those trash talking boys! no one could believe it, least of all our opponents, but they hugged us anyway. i tried to do damage control (luckily the match was at 5 pm):


binder clips, as seen on the runway in london fashion week

however, when i moved, the clips popped off. my boss suggested that maybe i put on my running clothes in advance of leaving for niketown. good call. no way am i throwing this bad boy out though. no. i'm saving this and framing it. maybe i'll wear it every match for good luck!

kidding. i think. ;-)

Friday, February 26, 2010

surprise me



one of my favorite things that i've found in the UK are kinder surprise eggs. i know they have these in other countries but i never saw them in the states, so to ME the ability to have as many eggs as i want is another novelty of living in england. (as an aside, my pal Adam finds it hilarious that americans refer to this country as england)

anywho. when Beth and I were leaving Malta she wanted something sweet in the airport and so i bought a family pack of surprise eggs (duty free = big ass packages). it was a looney tunes themed pack, which meant i got a tasmanian devil in my first egg. i saved the rest and forgot about the last egg until the other day.

the possibilities always seem endless just before you unwrap one of these bad boys...

the tasmanian devil in the other egg was cute but useless, so imagine my utter surprise (ha) and delight when i unwrapped this little guy:



it's a squirt gun! a tiny, adorable, unexpected squirt gun. entertaining AND functional. it really doesn't take much to make me happy.