Monday, August 09, 2004
Mama, I'm coming home
That was a song. Who sang it? Ozzy? I don't recall.
Anywho, so I lied. THIS will be my last official blog from European soil. I have 3.5 more hours until I enter musical theatre heaven, and that, I believe, will be a fitting ending to my overseas adventure. Tomorrow, I shall board a plane, and arrive in NYC 8 hours later, 3 hours later. Like I said originally, time travel is boss.
As promised, I spent most of the afternoon wandering around Notting Hill. I walked up and down Portobello Road, and I will award 10 points for each of the following:
-Finish this: "Portobello Rd., Portobello Rd. Streets where the riches of ages are stowed. Anything and everything a chap can unload....."
-Name the origin of this catchy little diddy.
-Tell me the spell for substitutiary locomotion.
(-Bonus 9,000,000 points if you can actually stimulate an army of suits of armor to fight against Nazis).
I also went into The Travel Bookshop that is featured in the Hugh Grant/Julia Roberts film, "Notting Hill" where I had the most unbelievable urge to ask, "Have you got Winnie the Pooh?....Right....How about the new John Grisham thriller?"
I then looked for the house with the blue door, but considering that there are about 900 of them, it proved to be more difficult than worthwhile, so I just ambled in and out of all the ridiculously cute little shops. I couldn't afford anything in them, but they were way fun. And I saw a guy wearing a t-shirt that said, "Jesus: Surfs without a board." It made me chuckle.
Okey dokey, so I'll be home tomorrow night. Call me then. Uhhh...Seacrest out. (Clay Aiken is huge here, by the way. I'm so proud.)
Anywho, so I lied. THIS will be my last official blog from European soil. I have 3.5 more hours until I enter musical theatre heaven, and that, I believe, will be a fitting ending to my overseas adventure. Tomorrow, I shall board a plane, and arrive in NYC 8 hours later, 3 hours later. Like I said originally, time travel is boss.
As promised, I spent most of the afternoon wandering around Notting Hill. I walked up and down Portobello Road, and I will award 10 points for each of the following:
-Finish this: "Portobello Rd., Portobello Rd. Streets where the riches of ages are stowed. Anything and everything a chap can unload....."
-Name the origin of this catchy little diddy.
-Tell me the spell for substitutiary locomotion.
(-Bonus 9,000,000 points if you can actually stimulate an army of suits of armor to fight against Nazis).
I also went into The Travel Bookshop that is featured in the Hugh Grant/Julia Roberts film, "Notting Hill" where I had the most unbelievable urge to ask, "Have you got Winnie the Pooh?....Right....How about the new John Grisham thriller?"
I then looked for the house with the blue door, but considering that there are about 900 of them, it proved to be more difficult than worthwhile, so I just ambled in and out of all the ridiculously cute little shops. I couldn't afford anything in them, but they were way fun. And I saw a guy wearing a t-shirt that said, "Jesus: Surfs without a board." It made me chuckle.
Okey dokey, so I'll be home tomorrow night. Call me then. Uhhh...Seacrest out. (Clay Aiken is huge here, by the way. I'm so proud.)
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