On Tuesday night, Melissa and I went to Harrod's. What with my recent distraught-ness, my mom quite literally told me to go to Harrod's and spend the $50 she was going to spend to get me a cake or flowers on my birthday. I've never done anything quite like that before- just spent money for a fine item just for the sake of doing it. We got into Harrod's, and, oh my, what a place! The atmosphere reminds me of a cruise ship's retail shops. Opulence abounds and everywhere are items proudly bearing price tags in the hundreds of pounds. I even held a silver glass that cost $4000 on sale! Melissa and I wandered around a bit and just gazed at everything.
Harrod's also has a food place that carries (kinda) reasonably-priced foodstuffs. I had to circle through the chocolate room three times before deciding on my chocolate box! You know I was definitely behaving out-of-character when I selected a box that didn't have the best chocolate-to-£ ratio possible. By golly, I was splurging! At the counter, I picked out four separate truffles to eat that night, too. Walking away, I discovered a very unfamiliar satisfaction in the fact I was carrying a $50 box of chocolates. This splurging business seems to have its merits. Sometimes it's good to buy something nice just to have it.
My £25 box of chocolates!
And for the record, I'm not a particular fan of people going off on emotional bouts. Mostly, I think people should be able to deal with their problems. Not that bouts are wrong (in fact, sometimes they're quite necessary), just that one shouldn't foist one's problems on others all the time. What I'm saying here is that it feels almost shameful when I can't figure out something myself. What a strange gal!
Right, so on Wednesday night Melissa and I went to church and continued studying Psalm 18. It looks like it'll take to the end of my time in London to finish because Pastor Jared takes us through about 10ish verses a night. After we got back, I hopped in the shower because I've started taking them at night. Since I leave the flat by 7:45AM (up at 6...), I like having time in the morning.
Every once in a while, my flatmates will send out facebook messages inquiring about going to an event or show. Early this past week, Maneeza sent out one for seeing "39 Steps", which is a play on the West End, for Thursday night. Since seeing "Spamalot", I decided to see one big play/musical every month but didn't happen to get around to it in June so I figured one this week would be perfectly fine. Plus, we got tickets for £15! After work, my flatmates and I all met at Piccadilly Circus before heading in. I get off work a bit before them (have to go in earlier), so I wandered down to a Subway for supper. Hint, to all those going to London, do not expect BBQ flavoured chips from BBQ Rib flavoured chips. What is it with the Brits and needing meat on their chips? They've got chicken flavour too! Anyways, it was a little disappointing, but hey, the chipotle sauce on my Sub Club was quite good.
We all made it into the theatre, and although our seats were limited-view (Kelsey sat in front of a pole!) we laughed ourselves silly as the plot unfolded. Basically, it was a comedy spy-type play set in the UK in the 1930s. Hilarious! The cast of four actors played over 100 roles! Even though it did take an evening, it was so nice to be out with the gang like we had done during Session I.
And now we come to Friday night. Ahhh, no plans. Well, not really. No previous engagements, but I do need to get a few things done, like this blog entry. As per tradition, here I sit at the computer typing away while happily downing half a Sommerfield (the other grocery store with a small venue by the Tube) ham and cheese pizza. On sale from £3.50 down to £2! And it's really quite good, too. I'm saving the other half for a meal this weekend, though I really do want to eat it right now....
Ugh, I have news on the mouse, or rather mice, too. The sticky trap under our kitchen counter caught one day before yesterday, so we had to wait for it to die. I tried not to look or think about it. Because I'm up first in the mornings, I get to brave the kitchen and all that dwells within. I'll usually swing the door open wide and proceed to kick and shake the shelves, refrigerator, and cabinets to reassure myself of the mice's absence. But sometimes it doesn't work. Like this morning. As I was sitting down to read a chapter in Exodus, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. Eek! There was a mouse climbing on the shelf! I high-tailed it outta the kitchen, ran back to my bedroom, and decided I really could sleep until 7AM to avoid further interaction with Mr. Mouse and friends. Ugh.
Because I was a little more rushed in the morning, I didn't have time to prepare my usual lunch of carrots, fruit (usually an orange or melon), and baguette sandwich. Ah well, it'd been a while since I paid for lunch, so it was probably okay. Fantastic decision! As I walk from the Tube station to the office, I pass by numerous restaurants/cafes, one of them being a place called 'Tortilla.' Now you see, I'm a little suspicious of all things Mexican here in London mostly 'cause I figure it can't be too authentic, so I didn't quite know what this place would entail. As it turns out, it's something like a Chipotle (kinda) with the big (kinda) burrito you order. I got a burrito and bottomless drink for £5. Mmm, very good. I'm thinking that might be a once-a-week treat.
Alrighty, that's probably enough about the week for now. I realize I haven't written much about work or what I'm doing, so I'll be sure to get to that soon. Tomorrow, we're off to Windsor Castle! But this little lady better head off to bed in the mean time; she's a sleepy one.
No comments:
Post a Comment