Currently listening to Nina Simone, procrastinating on editing photos and writing down some trails of words that capture my thoughts and thinking that I should be doing more abdominal workouts because of all the heavy foods and champagne I devoured exactly a week ago in France and then pizza and beer just a few days ago at Coachella. Finally I have tamed my mind a bit to sit down and finish editing the last of my London photos. So how about we just focus on that right now. Delightfully overcast, but the clouds were like a blanket of warmth for my sister and I. And I actually didn’t need two extra layers like I thought. We roamed in search of a burger at Sketch, after many friends recommended the place to us. On the way over, we weren’t sure if we were more excited for the burger or more so for the supposedly epic bathroom (yes, it was super sci-fi). Sketch was everything. An Alice in Wonderland-esque fantasy with too short chairs and extra tall walls, and mirrors that moved and other quirky things to feast our eyes on. The tea room, powder pink and fluffy as heck. The bathroom fulfilling my goal of finally peeing in an egg. Yes, an egg . . . or something similar to one. Snapchat worthy . . . every single second of the process. Got stuck in a quick hail storm, then ran and hid for cover in Dover Street Market (another recommendation from a friend). Took in architectural masterpieces of ensembles meant to break the bank, but that are priceless in my mind. Basically I wanted every Gucci piece in the whole damn place, and pointed out shoes I’d want to dress my future boyfriend in. I left empty handed, but my heart full. Burned off the energy by playing in a small field of yellow glowers in St. James Park before stumbling upon the Household Cavalry Museum. The square there was so widespread and open . . . we danced and spun around like little bouncing peas while imagining handsome soldiers on horses trotting through serious-faced. Fell in love more and more with the red bricked buildings intermingled with more modern day looking storefronts. Stopping every time we saw a red phone booth and got all giddy over it. Nearly got sideswiped by a double decker bus. AGAIN. Spared once more though. Not sure how many black taxi cabs I captured on camera, but it was most definitely A LOT. And then we met our Brit friends in Shoreditch and got hammered over beers and cocktails with egg whites in them at a place called Satan’s Whiskers. Laughed a lot that night. Then passed out then got on a plane and felt happy over the things we got to do in London in three days.
Like Nina Simone said . . .
Yeah, it’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me, ooooooooh…
And I’m feelin’ good.
Thanks once again to British Airways for giving us the opportunity to take this trip in!