It's late in the afternoon and I'm trying to finish cleaning the house before McKenzie get's home, so this'll be a shorter post. Those of you that follow me on any type of social networking site have probably seen most of these photos...
|This guy was hiding his laughter on the tube; he was listening to something funny on his iPod.|
As I mentioned last week, we went to see Master Class (a play about the classes Maria Callas used to put on after she lost her voice). McKenzie didn't like it, but I was floored. I thought it was exceptional.
|This is the set of Master Class|
Saturday Afternoon, we went to a pastry shop for our friend, Dom's, birthday. We didn't know anyone else there for his birthday, but it didn't matter.
Later that evening, McKenzie and I went to see the Avengers Assemble (we had it a week before the States!!). We went to get some dessert at a frozen yogurt shop in Leicester Square (we didn't actually have any pastries at the birthday party - we had opted for actual food). I went to the restroom while Kenz was ordering and when I came out, the attendant looked at me with a face full of pity. "What," I said, as he turned his gaze to my wife, sitting at a table already:
|The "EXTRA EXTRA LARGE" is 3 scoops. Kenz got 4 scoops.|
We saw some new leggings while waiting to purchase our tickets:
And, of course, McKenzie had to have popcorn at the movie as well. We found a piece of popcorn hidden in her scarf while riding home on the bus...
|When we got home, McKenzie complained that her tummy hurt. She's like a child.|
Monday evening had me down in Forrest Hill. My friend, Jim, took me to a small road that serves as an artist's community. There are several studios and whatnot. There's a section of a building - the one facing the main road - that they all share to feature their work. We got to see someone's rendition of the periodic table:
I went for a jog (you read that correctly) the first day the weather broke. I found this building tucked away in my part of town. Everyone says Camberwell/Peckham/Walworth is ugly, but every now and again I find a little gem like this one:
I was watching this person walk through the tube station with this chair, and happened to get on the same train as them. I got to watch her face go through the thought process of, "well, I've already got this chair - may as well sit on it while I'm on this train..."
I'm now regularly sleeping with five pillows.
Went out to Bermondsey today to meet with a friend and run some errands. We stopped for Vietnamese coffee at the Caphe House (see what they did there?). The bottom half inch is condensed milk; the coffee drips down from that metal thing on top. Once it's done brewing, you stir it up and it's all sweet creamy goodness.
|Those were women packing the car, FYI sexist.|
And I got Friday flowers for my gurl...
Y'all have a great weekend!