Monthly Archives: March 2007

Big Booty

For anyone who doesn’t know, that’s me. My recent nicknames have included “dunkie” from badunkadunk and “TMBITP” or “TMBITS” depending on what I’m wearing. These stand for Too Much Booty In The Pants and Too Much Booty In The Skirt. Run to make it go away, right? Not so much. Yesterday I went on a run and today my booty is sore. It’s a good sore though. I like this feeling. My arms are sore from push ups as well as my abs from sit ups. I hadn’t done any sort of a work out since January. I’ve been pretty busy and it sucks. I have lost weight though. I don’t know how much I weigh, I don’t have a scale, but I can tell when I lose weight from my rings. The first place you lose weight is your fingers and toes. My rings have all gotten too big and twist around my fingers and get annoying. I wish I knew how much I’ve lost. I’ve been eating well and I can tell the difference, I definitely feel good. Now if I can just get back into a work out routine.


Rain Rain

Earlier this week it rained…a lot. It doubled the amount of rain we have for either the month or the year. Since it hasn’t really rained all year, I vote for the year. It was awesome rainy weather. Warm outside without a cold wind and it was steady rain, none of that drizzle crap. There was the occasional thunder and lightning combo and there were flash flood warnings. Monday when I was driving home from class about 7pm I saw 4 college student looking guys all probably about 21 at 24th and Lamar playing in the rain. How much fun it can be to revert to your childhood! One of them had a knee board that they were using to aid in their endeavors and I couldn’t help but smile. Next thing I knew they were off running up the hill, all soaked to the bone. It’s the little things like this in life that I appreciate. If you can’t appreciate the simple things, there isn’t a lot to make you happy. I feel sorry for people who don’t notice and appreciate these things. I wish I had time to play in the rain.


So I’ve been so stressed out and so unhappy about things. Project, paper, work, not having a real job lined up yet, money. I just IMed with a friend of mine from HS who lives up in New York and what she said completely changed my mood in about a quarter of a second. She said, it’s funny how God finds a way to make our dreams come true. I thought, I’m just happy He lets me dream. As much as I hate to do these projects and papers, God has opened so many doors for me and will continue to with this degree. It doesn’t matter if I don’t sleep tonight, it doesn’t matter that I’m stressed out for a couple of days. I’m so lucky to be where I am and for the opportunities afforded me. I’m still stressed out, but now I’m smiling because I am able to dream.

Trip Day 10

Sunday we woke up to the phone, but it wasn’t our wake up call, oh no. It was Geraldine calling us as soon as she woke up because she didn’t want to miss us. She said she was going to the Camdentown market and that I was coming, but first she was going to go to breakfast, so not to go anywhere. 15 minutes later our wake up call came and the first thing I heard out of the girls was Kayla: *groan* my head. We got ready and hung out until about noon, but we were hungry, so when I hadn’t heard from Geraldine I called her to tell her we were going to go to the White Horse. We wanted to go back for the nachos we’d had for lunch Thursday…SO good! She came and met up with us there and that’s where we parted ways with A&K. Geri and I headed to the market which was very different from Portobello. It was much younger stuff and lots of clothes. I got a shirt and about froze my toes off. We were very lucky with the weather the whole trip and it got cold that last day. Other than that it was relatively warm in both London and Italy and clear and sunny in both places. We were going to try to go to another market, but couldn’t figure out how to get there with the tube being closed in certain places, so we just headed back to the hotel where the girls were napping.

On the walk back to the hotel we passed a little shop a guy walked out of just after we passed. I could feel him check us out and then he said, “lovely bum.” Sounds better than “nice ass,” but you’ve got to be kidding me. I didn’t turn around, but Geraldine did. He said…I meant her. She said thanks, sarcastically and about 20 feet ahead of us we saw an old man with a guitar strapped around him peeing on a car. Gross. So back at the hotel we hung out for a bit and then agreed to meet up for dinner.

At 8:15 we headed to the tube to meet Geraldine who’d gone home to change and hang out with her friend and then went to meet Megan at the tube stop the restaurant was rear. We were all sort of in the mood for Italian so that’s what we had. Seymour something was the name of the restaurant. Very good, but not like Italy. One of the waiters, who couldn’t have been my grandpa was very flirty. At one point he brought over a “cappuccino” and offered it to me, then pretended like it slipped. Instead of ending up with scalding hot coffee in my lap I ended up embarrassed and laughing. The “drink” was a display and plastic. *grumble*

After dinner at the tube we parted ways with Megan who I can’t wait to see again in New York and then at our tube stop we parted ways with Geraldine. I hope I don’t have to wait another 12 years to see her. We went back to the hotel, packed our things, printed stuff for homework out for the plane ride, and went to bed so we could catch our cab to the airport at 7:15.

Trip Day 9

We got up really early so we could head to Portobello Market. We were out of the hotel by about 9:15. Walking down the street was much different during the day than it had been Wednesday night. George Orwell actually lived in one of the houses there…I think it was light blue. They had a thing on the front of the house that said when he lived there. There were a lot of antiques and jewelry at the market. It was actually kind of like a garage sale. None of us really found anything. Well, that’s a lie. I found a really cute skirt in a little shop called Appletree Boutique on Portobello, but it wasn’t really part of the market. I almost bought a cheap cashmere scarf too. I wish I had now too, it was really cute. Once we got bored (after about 3 blocks and 45 minutes) we headed to Chelsea to do some real shopping…where I saw a red Mercedes SLR…hot car. About 10 feet later I saw a black Ferrari…not sure what model. Hor cars in Chelsea apparently.

I, by far, did the most shopping of our trip, but dammit, that’s what I saved for! I didn’t buy anything I could get in the states either. I think it was well worth it. In Chelsea I found a French Connection and found that skirt I’d seen the day before. I just love it and I looked on the FCUK website and they don’t have it available in the US. Even if they did, the skirts are more expensive there than here. Then I found some really cute grey, patent leather, mary janes by Kate Kuba which is not only not in the US, but they won’t ship to the US either. They’ll go with both my skirts! I was talking to the girl who worked there about how patent is just getting big in the US this spring and she said it’s been big there for 2 years. They do say the US is 2 years behind in fashion. Boo. Aarti bought a bunch of stuff at Reiss. We found a bigger one than the one we’d shopped at Thursday and I didn’t even look there, it’s too expensive for me. They did have a smoking hot guy working there though…maybe I should have asked if I could bring him back with me. He actually looked like one of the actors who used to be on Young and the Restless. The only reason I know this is because Becca used to watch it in the dorms. Whatever, it’s culture, right?

On our way to Knightsbridge to get Kayla a pair of shoes at Curt Geiger shoes before we headed back to the hotel to get ourselves prepared for British style drinking on St. Patrick’s Day we stopped at Sisily. Kayla wanted to try on a cute Easter looking dress and I ended up buying a light scarf.

Back at the hotel we just hung out and rested until dinner at Wagamama. Yes Scott, it was as good as everyone said. The wasabi chocolate cake was a bit iffy though. From dinner we headed back to the hotel to call Geraldine and Megan. We made a pit stop at a convenience store and the girls thought it was really fun that you can drink in public in London, so they both got a can of Strongbow cider. I just bought chocolate. As we were walking back I said something about how if we were in the US we’d be in trouble for J-walking which we were doing at the time, open container, possibly public intoxication depending on the cop and Kayla said, “but we’re in London!” Haha. So they had me take a picture of them in the middle of the road with their drinks looking like they were trying to be 007 or something. Amusing.

Back at the hotel we called Megan and she still didn’t know what was going on. Later she called and said she wasn’t feeling well and wasn’t going out, so we decided to do our own little pub crawl (which we’d been planning with her and her friends since Wed) right around the hotel. I called Geraldine to tell her what was going on, but she wasn’t answering her phone. I was afraid meeting up wasn’t going to work out before we left to go back to the states. Of course, when we got back that night there was a message from her 10 minutes after we’d left. So the 3 of us….Kayla who was already tipsy, my sober behind and Aarti headed out. On the way to the first Pub we saw a rat run across the sidewalk and into a drain. We walked in and ordered a round. The girls chugged, I sipped. The bartender was nice, so we talked to him a bit. At one point one of them was pouring a drink and we asking him what it was. He said Pimm’s. We didn’t understand after about the 3rd time of him saying it, so we had him spell it. When he did we repeated it. Hello, this is second grade. Then he went on to tell us it’s the drink they have in Wimbledon. Kayla, without missing a beat said, “well, I’m not very good at tennis.” We laughed like it was the funniest think we’d heard all night (it probably was) and he walked away. Then another bar tender asked us where we were staying. Kayla told him, “the Parkcity…just past the rat.” So this is how our night started. Don’t worry, the more we drank the more fun it got.

Pub #2 was kind of a bust. We laughed for a bit at an English guy laying it on this to some American bimbo. I’m almost guaranteeing he got some that night. She was ridiculous. We couldn’t shake this guy from Plano though who’d seen Kayla’s Texas ID when she had her wallet though, so we took off.

At pub #3 there was a big group of Australian guys who were drunk and loud. One of them said to Kayla in her bright pink pea coat, “Nice tits…I mean buttons” and from then on we hung out with them. They gave us their Guiness buttons…”Tall, dark and handsome,” “worth the wait,” and “full of Irish charm.” We had fun taking pictures with those. Then Aarti started pointing toward some guy at the bar saying she knew him. He’s a frat boy from UT. What are the odds?!? He and his brother hung out with us for a bit and his brother eventually went back to the hotel. The pubs there close at 11 and 12. They ring a bell for last call at 10 to 11 and then one of the bartenders agreed to let Kayla ring the bell at 11 signifying them being closed. After tha t we left the Australian guys and headed to another pub that was open until 12. We had more drinks there and started drunk dialing people in the US. Mara, Sharen, Devin, Perry. When they closed at 12 Aarti wanted KFC, so we went to KFC. From there we headed home and to bed, but first we got a dance performance from Kayla to a small selection of hip hop she put together. There is nothing more entertaining.

Trip Day 8

We got up early so we could get all the touristy stuff done. The girls decided they wanted to see Wicked that night and Geraldine, my friend from elementary school who was in town, had a friend’s birthday party to go to. I didn’t want to be alone in London on a Friday night, so I decided to go to Wicked with the girl, although I really wanted to see it in New York. So, we went to the ticket office, got them for half price and set out to be Americans. Well, Japanese really, with how much we used our cameras.

We caught the tube to Westminster. When we got out London Bride (even though the original one is apparently in Arizona), the London Eye and Big Ben were all right there. We got sandwiches at a little deli, took lots of pictures and walked the 2 blocks to Westminster. Aarti and I didn’t want to go in (is was $20!), but Kayla did, so we waited. We like to people watch, so the time went quickly. There were these women there trying to raise money for something by giving people little weed looking flowers with the stems wrapped in foil and then asking them for money. Some people would give them money, some people would give the flowers back, and some people wouldn’t even take the flowers, but just say “no thank you.” If people resisted taking the flowers, as they walked by the women would still attempt to slide them under the strap of a bag, a collar, into a pocket, whatever they would…then chase the people down and request money. It was a big ridiculous. The people already told them no, the answer wasn’t likely to change. People would get annoyed, try to give the flowers back, the women wouldn’t take them, so the people would try to walk away, then the women would harass them for taking their flowers. Anyway, Kayla finally came out and we made our way to Trafalgar Square.

There are 4 large lion statues there that you can climb on and take pictures with. It’s difficult really, but people figure out a way to climb up the 6’base. We stopped to take pictures and after helping Kayla up while we were trying to take her picture this old Indian man started climbing all over the base trying to get up. Scuse me jerk-face, we were here first! Finally he got the point and went to another lion. Then after we helped Kayla down another Indian family jumped right in there while I was trying to get up. The guy pushed the girl up and then literally threw his little girl up there. We had to wait a good 10 minutes for them to get on with life. Near the square there were some red phone booths, so we took pictures in them and got a man to take a picture of the 3 of us. So cute.

This was followed by a walkthrough Green Park to get to Buckingham Palace. While in the park we took pictures down the road of the palace…from the middle of the road and then took pictures sitting in the fields of daffodils. Everything was so green and lush. Very beautiful. After we looked at the palace and took a few pictures (surprise!) we walked to the subway via some trail in memory of Diana through more of the park.

Harrod’s (apparently another tourist attraction) was next on the list. It’s a high end department store where you can buy any designer you’ve ever heard of, including a $50,000 diamond ring if you like. You can also sit in one of their many restaurants or at one of their bars to get lunch. They have everything you can imagine and it’s completely overwhelming. We didn’t stay long, we couldn’t handle it, so we went to do some smaller shopping nearby. I was in a bad mood that day, so I really wasn’t in the mood to be in a department store with all those people. Actually, at one point while we were there I stopped to look at the Feragomo handbags and when I turned around Aarti and Kayla were gone. I had no idea where they’d gone. Ferragamo was near an escalator, and doorways into 3 other rooms, or they could have gone to the other side of the room we were in and taken one of the 2 doors down there. I was so not feeling being lost in London, a city I don’t know in a country I don’t know with no phone and no key to the hotel room the hotel doesn’t know I’m staying in. So I tried a couple directions and couldn’t find them. It really worried me. Finally, the 4th room I tried they were at the other end of looking at Valentino handbags. I walked up to Kayla and in what I’m sure was a pretty short voice said, “please don’t leave me again.” Getting split up from them would not be a good thing at all. I was very conscious of staying together, but I guess it just hadn’t occurred to them just then. Anyway, we explored more and on our way out found a really pretty bronze sculpture of Princess Diana and Dodi al Fayed as well as a book people could sign in memory of them. Crazy to think they died almost 10 years ago already.

Anyway, after Harrod’s I went to Zara and bought a dress I found in Milan but wasn’t in my size. Then I got some Cadbury, and met the girls at French Connection where I could spend way too much money. I found a skirt I really liked that the girls didn’t think flattered me well (Aarti said it made me look dowdy), so I left it but continued to think about it…I swear it would look better with heels. We tried to go to a pub that was right there for a snack, but it was pretty full. Amazing how everyone in London seems to drink all the time. We caught the tube back to Earl’s Court where we were staying and went to a pub there for our snack. After a bit of the cricket world cup and a snack we headed back to the hotel to relax a bit before Wicked.

We had dinner at the Gourmet Burger Kitchen that really wasn’t anything special and I forgot it was Friday, so I had meat on Friday during lent…oops. From there we went to the show which was Kayla’s first musical and AMAZING! I really wanted to see it in New York, I thought it would be better. Alfeba, however, was incredible. I’ve never really wanted to buy a musical soundtrack when I left the show, but I wanted that one because I loved her voice that much. She definitely stole the show. My new aspiration in life is to be Alfeba in Wicked on Broadway. I still want to move to New York when I graduate, but screw advertising, I wanna sing like her!

After the show we again, were tourists and took some pictures outside the theater and then headed back to the hotel. All week I’d been planning to go to a party with Geraldine that night and the girls said they’d come. Well, they decided they didn’t want to come, which was irritating because I didn’t want to go alone and they’d told me they’d come. If one of them had an old friend they wanted to meet up with and didn’t want to go alone I’d go because it’s the nice thing to do. It’s what I’d want them to do for me, but they went to bed. So, I called her and told her I wouldn’t be coming. I felt like a complete ass hole, but I wasn’t comfortable traveling around the city by myself late at night, especially when I didn’t know exactly where I was going and when I’d most likely want to leave before her and come home alone.

After I told her I wasn’t going I felt really bad and was very frustrated and all I wanted to do was talk to my mom, so I went downstairs, bought an hour of internet time and got on the computer. I IMed Athens and asked her to call my mom, since they know each other well and I know she wouldn’t be uncomfortable calling. I asked her to tell her immediately that nothing was wrong (because if she didn’t Mom would worry) and ask her to get on my brother’s IM so she could talk to me. Shortly, I was able to talk with Mom who I missed and just vent to her about how I was feeling. I think a lot of it was just that I’m not used to spending so much time with anyone. I’m pretty independent. I live alone, I like to shop alone, and sometimes it’s just nice to stay in at night and have alone time, which I hadn’t had in over a week. In the basement on that computer I was alone. No one in the world knew where I was, not even my mom. She made me feel better and it was the only time during the trip I felt that way. After my hour was up I went to bed. End of a long, productive day.

Trip Day 7

Aarti (talking about her shirt): This is kinda wrinkly.
Kayla: Just like your balls?
And this spiraled into a conversation about balls and what they are and why God made them.

We got up and headed out about 11:30 ready, yet again, to shop until we drop. We headed to Oxford Circus and got lunch. Then we started in on the shopping at Top Shop. I expected more from it…not that they don’t have a TON of stuff, but it’s not very my style. I ended up finding a cute pencil skirt, a little white jacket thing, and an actual jacket though. I also found some cute accessories as they have a whole floor of them and I am an accessory whore. Whatever, the right accessories can make the outfit. Megan met up with us there after class and after we paid we headed to the smaller shops in the area. I didn’t find any shoes, which is disappointing, but I did find some I love and can’t afford. They’re at a place called Reiss. Very much too expensive for me, but oh-so cute!

Once we were all kind of sick of shopping we decided to go to a pub to have a drink and chit chat. I ended up getting tea. Gotta love tea, plus cold wind warrants tea. From there Megan left us and we went back to Top Shop so Aarti could get a jacket she’d seen earlier. Ok, so all day I’d been on the look out for my friend Geraldine (from elementary school who I haven’t seen in about who’s in about 15 years.) and odds aren’t I would never find her, but I thought it might be possible. When we left the pub we saw some red phone booths and Kayla wanted a picture in one, so we stopped to do that. As soon as we finished and turned around to go into a shop Aarti wanted to explore I heard my name. Oh my gosh, there she was, standing right across the street!! Big hug, introduction of friends, and talk about how we’d been trying to call one another. It was such a surprise to see her and the thought of it makes me smile. I can’t wait until I can hang out with her. After a few minutes of talking we parted ways. I told her I’d call tonight to tell her what we’re doing and we went back to shopping. After we went back to Top Shop I decided to find the store I work in that was just down the street. It had some really cute things, including the collection, but mostly the same things we have in our store, which was nice to see. It made me happy to go there.

After we were tired of shopping we headed back to the hotel. I wasn’t hungry, so I went ahead of the girls who stopped to get dinner. We just hung out, showered and relaxed for a while until Megan called to tell us what’s going on tonight and where to meet her. We didn’t actually end up going out with her. She was unsure of exactly what was going on because they were jumping around, so we just went to a nearby place. Earl’s Court Tavern. We got there 11:30 or 11:45 and they closed at 12. So, the girls got a drink and we went back to the hotel for bed.