I went for a walk on Saturday.
|Despite the fact that we've yet to shrug off winter, some flowers have begun to peek out.|
|That big building on the left is nicknamed 'the walkie talkie'. I like it.|
|If I had a nickel for every time I said this...well, I'd probably have a dollar.|
|This doctors office is just down the street from us. Can your doctors consult in 9 languages?|
|Cowboys are popular anywhere|
|Kenz opted to visit Neil's Yard Dairy (in addition to her regular cheese stalls)|
|Unless you love cheese, this store smells like butt. Even if you love cheese, it's still pretty rank.|
|All the employees wear funny little hats. Kenz bought a million dollars' worth of cheese. Again.|
|Apparently the individually decorated Easter Eggs were out again this year. We didn't see any last month, but found them all reassembled in Covent Garden for the holiday weekend.|
|We also found men in pink tights and tutus. The out of focus picture is a result of me trying to be discreet.|
|Proper cruiser, strategic cup holder and all...|
It's in these times that I begin to panic; I don't want Kenz's mood to shift; my mind races, trying to figure out things to do. I begin to spit out ideas, rapid fire, none of which are good.
|Things like this|
One of the problems with this behavior is that I'll immediately shoot down every idea as soon as I submit it. So, what it looks like is Kenz and I walking around, her staying quiet, politely holding my hand as my other hand points to signs of restaurants and stores, as I say, "We could go there. We've never been there before. Nah - it looks too crowded. We won't find a table. Let's keep walking." Each ensuing utterance heightens the stakes in my head. I'm annoying her. I'm not finding anything to entertain her. She's bored. It's all my fault. I'm a horrible husband. I'm a horrible person. I always do this. I should really stop doing this. Oooh, look, David, maybe that place - no, too 'uppity'. Maybe I should ask her...
By the end of it, I'm in a whirlwind of suggestions and negations. It makes me wonder why she goes out with me in the first place.
We settled on a Chinese restaurant in Soho. We'd already eaten, so all we were interested in was a drink (for her) and dessert (for me). We soon realized we were in a legit restaurant.
|"Numbing-and-hot" only has two chili icons next to it?|
|The entire menu was filled with items I'd never seen before|
"Well, that was embarrassing. I've never been kicked out of a restaurant before." - Kenz
So, after all my panic in trying to find a warm place for us to relax for a few minutes, I still failed. Luckily, by this time, the doors to the show had opened.
|This isn't even a good picture, but I simply have to take a picture when I know I'm not 'allowed' to do so.|
|I finally found someone in London with a bigger beard than I.|
|These two had bloody faces, broken glasses, knots on their head, and were falling over each other, drunk, sitting in their own puke. Culture, folks. We're getting it in heaps.|
Kenz's parents arrived on Sunday afternoon, on a delayed flight from which they had little to no sleep. Michael had gotten sick the day before, and neither he nor Patti were feeling refreshed.
|Kenz was beside herself with excitement.|
[Sidebar: Their hotel bed is bigger than ours. Kenz immediately jumped on it, sprawled out, and endeavored to take a nap as they unpacked]
We eventually made it out for an initial stroll around some of the close 'sights', through Covent Garden, Leicester Square, and Piccadilly Circus, with a stop for fish'n'chips at a pub.
|Jet lagged. They admitted that they now understand why we're zombies each time we return to the States.|
|Opera singer in Covent Garden|
|We stopped at a hat shop for Patti to get something warm for her head.|
|Michael couldn't resist touring the Hippodrome Casino|
Everyone has their 'thing' when they're on vacation. Some people like to shop. Others want museums. You know a few that prefer geographic sights. There are those that want to take in the architecture and history. Everyone's got their thing.
Michael's is restaurant menus.
We walked through one of the most densely populated restaurant areas in the world, and Michael stopped at just about every single door to check out their menu. It was awesome. Soho is his museum. The menus function as the informational placards that stand in front of fossils or pieces of art. He was in heaven.
|I could've taken 25 identical photographs of this activity.|
We saw the changing of the guards at Buckingham Palace.
We went to Westminister Abbey.
|Again, taking pictures despite explicit instructions not to.|
|I wonder if I could get deported for taking these pictures...|
|...good thing no one in the UK reads this blog?|
Someone broke a glass in the booth next to us. Michael sprung into action, standing, scanning the room for someone to help clean the shards of glass, finding no one. This was Michael's first run-in with British customer service. The one server in the pub, a grumpy middle-aged man who scoffed at me for ordering tap water, couldn't be bothered with cleaning the mess up. Michael stood at the booth for at least five minutes. Eventually, he wrangled Mr. Grump into helping him clean the mess.
|"I didn't want that little girl to cut herself on the glass. A lot of people don't know you're supposed to use a wet rag to pick up glass."|
|All in all, a successful day!|
Kenz gave the 'rents a tour of her school on Wednesday. That night, we went to Wicked. I was concerned that Michael wouldn't really enjoy the play, but my fears disappeared once I heard him laughing. It's an extremely easy play to enjoy.
|Michel got candy during intermission; Kenz pounced on it.|
Now, it's Friday, and Kenz has 'caught' whatever bug Michael had when they arrived. She's in bed, hacking and coughing, trying to rest before Whitney arrives (she should land in 20 minutes - she'll be staying with us for the next week - the whole fam damily!). We'll have an entire week with the three of them - hilarity will ensue, you can bank on that.
|I got these this morning to aid in Kenz's 'get well soon' effort.|
That's it for this week! Enjoy your weekend; thanks for reading.