Well, there’s so much more to say about the G20 summit here in London. And given the STAGGERING number of comments on yesterday’s post, I am thinking you all want to hear more about it.
London in Lockdown
But let’s go back to lockdown. I saw a protester document that was circulating that very clearly marks all the targets for the 1/2 million rabblerousers that will converge today. I must report that my law firm is on there TWICE. Apparently our transgressions are that bad. So in addition to the extra security and secret costumes I must don, I am also advised not to go out for lunch. Which is fine. Because I was planning on bringing in anyway. The lunch food in these parts just never did measure up to midtown Manhattan (I would do a lot for a Sophie’s Cuban steak sandwich right about now).
There are complicated maps and admonitions about what transportation to use and avoid and some companies told nonessential people to stay home. Now, I can’t decide if it’s better to be “essential” or “nonessential” in the workplace. What do you think? One designation means you might not get fired, the other means you don’t have to come in on snow days and during mass political protests. This is a tough call.
You know what image makes me sad? One of a pub being boarded up so as not to get destroyed by would-be looters. How can you shut a pub?! Remember when the WTO met in Seattle and a Starbucks was looted? That really got to me. I mean, have you had a skim chai latte??? (Btw, in this cuckoo country it is skinny chai latte.) Why can’t the protesters just resign to pretend capitalism like the rest of us?
Also, I have yet again misunderstood the dress code. I am wearing normal business casual today. Which is sort of what I wear every day, and I guess an American phrase. The phrase my firm used was “less formal attire”. Now what would you presume that to mean? Less formal does not equal casual to me and yet everyone at work today is wearing jeans. DOH. Reminds me of that other clothing expression that gets me every time. Fancy dress. If you get invited to a party that says “fancy dress”- do not show up in a floor-length ballgown or tux. Come in a gorilla costume or Scream mask. Cause fancy dress = costume party. Weird I know. These weird weird people.
Obama’s First Major Foreign Trip as President
The BIG NEWS is that Obama is here. His first trip abroad and the Europeans love him anyway and the British hate Gordon Brown so all-in-all he is totally like the Homecoming King to all the other world leaders’ manager for the Girls softball team or flag bearer for the marching band.
I can’t but feel tremendous pride as the so-far beloved Obamas touch down here. Europe and the media love them and it’s nice to be tangentially connected. Very remotely. Incredibly remotely. Aren’t they glamorous? Like JFK and Jackie but without the womanizing.
Wait, the BIGGER news is that he is staying right near us. We live one block from Regent’s Park where the U.S. Ambassador is located and that’s where Baracky is staying and it is totally like we’re having a sleepover. I rented Sixteen Candles and bought Doritos and root beer just in case.
As NFAH pointed out yesterday, Obama will be eating a meal prepared by Jamie Oliver. Does anyone like Jamie Oliver’s food? Seriously? His took the British post-punk millennium haircut to an extreme level and if that isn’t enough to dislike him, I feel like all his recipes involve quail eggs or weeds he pulls out from the ground before your eyes. What’s grosser than gross? Jamie Oliver’s food.
So um, I wrote this whole thing about how we just found out we were having twins. It was really good. Really. And then Bryan said it was a mean April Fool’s joke. And I said, is there any other kind? And then he said I couldn’t do a joke about our baby. So fine, thanks for ruining April Fool’s- possibly my favorite holiday of the year. I am so disappointed I have to add an emoticon. 😦