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So this title... hodgepodge was taken, it was then next option.

London is crazy. So are British people. So it everything. I guess that's one step below crazy-awesome so it's all good.

A complaint: There are no outlets in the bathrooms. Any bathrooms. Apparently the thought of 240 watts of power shooting through one's body is unattractive? Who knew?

A solution: Anywho... The appliance makers of awesomeness have solved that problem---lengthen the cords of course! So now all things hair come with uberlong cords that stretch from the landing to the bathroom! Presto-chango, perfection! Self-esteem has gone up, bone-breaking incidents from falling down stairs have too. Not to mention IN the bathroom where if the shock doesn't kill you, the fall and head-cracking will!

An excitement: Handel's Messiah. Live. Good Friday. Royal Albert Hall. Me. YES!!!!

A disappointment: Westlife. Tour. Ireland Only. Drat.

A possibility: Ryanair.com £0.99 tickets for a weekend flight????

An oasis: A stall on Portabello Road that sells ribbons and only ribbons. Hello all of Saturday, where did you go??

A challenge: Young Women's Counselor and possible Sunday School teacher? En espanol? "Que en el mundo????" (:

A request: Emails! I love them! I need them! meaganbrady@hotmail.com (hint, hint)

Tah, tah, for now!

A Study in Scarlet

"I had neither kith nor kin in England, and was therefore as free as air -- or as free as an income of eleven shillings and sixpence a day will permit a [wo]man to be. Under such circumstances, I naturally gravitated to London."
-Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Double-Take

So I have the misfortune of being on dish crew this week and have not been able to get out and do a ton of stuff yet, but I have been able to hang out with the AWESOMEST people who happen to be stuck in the kitchen with me.

Funny things happen around us. And to illustrate this, I will try to explain something that happened at dinner today. First of all, imagine this girl. Quiet, reserved, nice as can be but not exactly forward. This girl is not on our crew. But, she did sit next to us at dinner.

This meant nothing all through salad, curry, bread, pudding, and after-dinner conversation and nearly all the way through putting-off-after-dinner-dishes-conversation. But we happened to be talking about boys and their egos when Doug (Alpha-male of the apron) mentioned that he was voted "Best Butt" in 8th grade (unofficially of course).

Now this in itself was funny enough, but at that exact moment, this girl just so happened to look down behind Doug DIRECTLY AT HIS BUTT!!!! We laughed, we cried, we scrapbooked the moment.
(it later turned out that one of the professor's sons was crawling under Doug's chair at that exact moment and she was looking at him NOT the butt, but it was still priceless.)

And these are the stories of our lives...so far.

Does the term a "Little" Spanish mean ANYTHING to you?!?!

So we got our ward assignments tonight.

The good news: I'm in the South Kensington Branch. It's a brisk 25 minute walk across Hyde Park or 10 minutes by tube. Closest church, cutest part of London.

The bad: It's a Spanugueuse ward. Yep. One song is Spanish, one song is Portuguese. One talk is Spanish, one talk is Portuguese.

Help! I have NOTHING Spanish or Portuguese!

I will never be honest on a church survey again!

(My only comfort is I didn't mention piano at all...)

Made It!

Hello all! I made it to London!

Capital of the different folks. On the plane over here, I sat next to two middle-aged Londoners on the way back from "Holiday" in Florida. My friend Anne sat next to a Cambridge student named Ian.

She was sonneted and offered private tennis lessons.

I got the inside track on London's gay club scene.

Cheers!