How’s this for your favorite anxiety dream? You decide to pop into one more shop, and when you come out, your tour bus is gone.
No dream for the two women on our tour today. Our guide left them in Oxford. He knew he left them. They weren’t at the pickup spot [...]
Tonight we went to the Globe Theatre (yes, still a thatched roof; yes, still open-air; yes, still all those groundlings down in the pit, only now a few more piercings and text messaging than in olden days) to see Shakespeare’s Antony and Cleopatra. As a young woman behind me said to her friend during [...]
Two MAJOR sightings in the past 24 hours.
First, at the National Gallery in London today, I saw our friend Neville Longbottom from the Harry Potter movies. What a cutey! Tried to stare without staring. I love him. I wasn’t sure if I loved him before, but now I feel a special [...]
As I mentioned yesterday, anyone who has seen the A & E version of Pride and Prejudice knows what we mean by the wet shirt scene. My friends and I are not the only ones obsessed by it. In fact, in Bridget Jones’ Diary (the novel, not the movie), Bridget and her girlfriends [...]
Okay, yes, I am.
To prove it, I’ve come all this way across the ocean, sitting upright overnight on a plane for 10 hours, enduring 4 days of constipation (so far) (no one’s reading this, right?), so that I could go on this 3-day Jane Austen tour in the countryside of England.
Good thing I only sort [...]
So I was trying something new this time, thinking, “Hey, why be so rigid? Reservations, schmeservations.” I figured it’s a big town, London is, and they have nothing but hotels on every corner, etc., etc., stupid, stupid, stupid.
So on a day when my sister-in-law Sue and I should have been out seeing the [...]
First, a disclosure: I am really, really strung out on sleeplessness right now. So I have no idea if what I write will make any sense.
I am writing to you from the future: specifically, 5 hours ahead of some of you, 8 ahead of others. The future is so . . [...]