God help me because this f***ing date is seared into my brain for life. I even know that if you’re born on this date, you’re an Aquarius.
I know all of this because it’s my ex-boyfriend’s birthday.
You would think I had something more interesting to blog about like, oh I don’t know:
- The hilarious adventures of an American expat in London
- Why did our neighbours move and not tell us? Was the one time we got together for wine SO bad?
- If you say “cheers” to me before hanging up the phone at work, I will get flustered
- My 20-week v. important ultrasound this morning
But no, instead this date represents my GD ex. Funny story… involving my college boyfriend who I dated for 4 years, my college roommate who I lived with for 4 years, and um, now they’re married with a kid. Somewhere. I keep googling them.
Below my law firm is a very nice, always written-up wine restaurant. And it’s always filled with Partners and other Masters of the Universe who work in The City. I walk by it every day. Twice. Yesterday I did a double-take.
I don’t know if I was more shocked that they were dissing American cheese (cheap shot, buddy) or quoting Nick Cannon. I am not sure a single Briton knows who Nick Cannon is. Especially the people drinking and eating at Vivat Bacchus.