Wednesday, May 31, 2006

That's caliente.

Goodbye London...

...Hola Barcelona!

First, we had some refreshment at a small local coffe shop. I hear they have a few other locations.

Then we were off to check out the amazing La Sagrada Familia

After hiking all the way up to the top of one of the towers and back down...

...And goofing off on the roof of this Gaudi buliding...

Our Rainbow-clad feets were tired

The next day, we spent the morning in the Gothic Quarter

The early afternoon fiesta-ing

The late afternoon siesta-ing

And the evening relaxing...

...eating yummy lobster paella...

...and drinking cava by the sea

Sunday we visited the Torres winery in Catalonia

Once we got back in the city we saw this African band playing

And hung out in Placa Catalunya before dinner

On our last day, we hung out at Montjuic

Click here to see the whole photo album. We're pretty proud of some of the shots we got on this trip. I can't wait to get them developed and hung up in our flat!

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Back from Barcelona...

Well, after much aggravation over Sleazy-Jet's innability to ever depart on time, we arrived back at our flat at exactly 3:00am last night. We're both dead tired but poor Jason had to go to work. All I've been able to accomplish today is cracking a can of Diet Coke and mauling a Kit-Kat. Or two. I can't catch up on my favorite websites either because we haven't been able to watch the American Idol finale yet since it was on tv here last Friday and we left Friday morning. I can't risk finding out the results by accident. I'll work on getting our photos from the trip online and will hopefully post them tomorrow. As for now, Napoleon Dynamite is on so I'll be doing absolutely nothing for the next two hours. Except maybe opening another Diet Coke. And maybe working on my bowhunting skills, computer hacking skills, numchuck skills... Or practicing some dance moves.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Another day, a whole new weather front

Well, yesterday I posted about the rain and the hail and oh my god the rain that would never ever stop. And then today, the weather was nice enough for Jason and I to enjoy some beers at our brand new patio set. I think the Lord knew I coudn't handle one more day of nastiness so as a little gift (or shall we call it an incentive to keep me from killing myself or someone else), he sent me this lovely day and the trip that we're taking to sunny Barcelona tomorrow.

Update on the Trivial Pursuit Best of 7 Series

For those of you who have been reading this blog for a while, you may recall that Jason and I are embroiled in a long-standing Trivial Pursuit Pop Culture Edition cagematch. We played again and guess who won?

God, this photo looks familiar!

So, if you're keeping score (and, let's be honest here - who isn't?), I'm up now 3 games to 1. Boo-ya.

Dear Jesus,

Thank you for the new topic in art class: Perspective. Also, could you please help me to draw a straight line?


Wednesday, May 24, 2006

April showers bring May... well, showers.

And marble-sized hail apparently. It's a nasty day in Old London town and our cats are completely skeeved out by the hail hitting the skylight windows. In all honesty, it's pretty loud but you don't see me hiding under the stairs with a tail puffed up to the size of a Pledge dusting mit now do you?

And since I'm always one to look on the bright side (snort.), our new patio set was delivered and left on said patio today while I was in my art class. And to think silly old me was dreading slicing into those jillions (okay, okay, there are like 6 of them) of cardboard boxes. Now, what with all the pelting rain, that annoying cardboard will just melt into puddles of a mushy-pulpy-ish substance. Yay!

My other husband is a rock star

Last night, I was Mrazmerized again. I went for the third time in 4 months to see the other Jason in my life. Gawd, he is somethin' else. I could watch him perform for hours. He seriously rocks my socks off. And we were treated to a cover of Rocket Man which was so great.

And in tribute, I close this post by saying "That's my shift. Peace out bitches! Stay fresh."

Monday, May 22, 2006

My other husband is a hockey player.

What might cause a nice gal like myself to be awake at 2:00 am you are wondering, no? HOCKEY PLAYOFFS Y'ALL!!!! It's a perfectly respectable 9:00 pm back at the RBC Center, home of the Carolina Hurricanes. But this is the price we pay for living across the pond. So far, 2 to 1 in favor of the Ca--HOLD ON! UPDATE! Make that 3 to 1 in favor of the Canes! Whoooooo! A goal scored mid-type!

Friday, May 19, 2006

Landscape? Still life? Anything???

Dear art teacher,

Could we please move on from naked people? I'm not very good at drawing them. See there how the torso is way too long and one leg is way too skinny and one knee looks all wonky and one arm looks broken and I really can't do toes for the life of me and I never know quite what to do when I get to the bewbies. Couldn't you maybe set up a nice vase with flowers in it? I don't know. Anything really. Thanks.

Your student,

P.S. I know you probably want to choke me every time I walk into class but please be kind and try to remember that I had never even picked up a piece of charcoal or a pastel or drawn anything more than little daisies and hearts in the margin of my math notes and to do lists until the first class a few weeks ago.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Today in a Nutshell: Good, Bad, and Weird

Good: I went to high tea at the Lanesborough Hotel with my friend Meghan today. It was sort of posh so we dressed up and got little sandwiches, scones, tea, and Tattinger champagne. Fun!

Bad: I did something so dumb today that I'm not even willing to admit it here. If you're dying to know, you can email me and if I like you enough, maybe I'll tell you. But maybe not. Because it was that dumb.

Weird: As I was walking to meet Meghan, some dudes walked past me and said something or other (which I can only assume was so clever and sweet, that if I had heard them, I would have stopped in my tracks and fallen in love on the spot) which I of course ignored completely. In retaliation, one of them shouted "Oh, go on then Posh Spice. Too good for the likes of us, are you then?" Umm, I'm sorry? Did you just refer to me as Posh Spice? As in Victoria Beckham? Well, young man! That is the oddest insult I've heard yet! Why did he yell this? I can only imagine it was becuase I was dressed up a bit as I was going to high tea. Complete with high heels, the infamous trench, and large sunglasses. Although, when I say it like that, it sounds more like Samantha dressed up in her Sophia Loren wig trying to catch Richard with another woman on his lunch break.

Gawd. What a day.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006


I've been really lax about getting some photos from my sister-in-law's wedding a few weeks ago up on here. But here are some highlights...

This was the night we were putting together the programs, doing the seating, etc... We were all about ready to die at this point. Everything was either really annoying or really funny.

Next day, the bachelorette party starts with mani's, pedi's, and champagne at Tips 2 Toes.

The bachelorette party takes a pretty quick turn once the sun starts to set.

We've got ourselves a driver and we ain't afraid to use him.

We had our own private little room at this great Japanese restaurant Shaba-Shabu. Cheers!

Our hottie-tottie waiter checking out the chocolate body creme.

We are a classy bunch! Really though, it just ain't a bachelorette party without a blow job shot taken from between your sister's legs, right?

Apres massive sushi dinner and several bottles of wine. Starting to look a bit worse for the wear but all in all, not too bad, eh?

Yeah, well, when we got home we kept on drinking.

And kept on drinking.

And, you guessed it... Kept on drinking.

And if you guessed that we kept on drinking after that, then you'd be right!

And then we stopped! Just kidding. Yup, we kept on drinking.

And when we got to the "Ohmygawd, I jus luuuuv yous girlsss. We have the mostessst fun of anybody." stage, we decided we'd probably better stop drinking.

Mainly because we had to get up the next day for the bridesmaid brunch though.

Nice. Lookin' good there. I might or might not have still been a little bit drunk.

Then she had to go and make us all cry.

Then the big day was finally here.


And let the partying commence.

"And after the party it's the after-party." Those crazy Sanger siblings. "Do I have something in my teeth?"

And finally, the brideslaves get to rest. Just like Jesus on the seventh day. But with beer.