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Last night Bryan and I went out to eat- mostly because this morning at the crack of dawn our friends Joe & Rochelle arrived for a 4-day visit and obviously we can’t mess up the kitchen before guests come and- where was I? Yes, dinner. So at dinner I announced that I thought I was done blogging. But here I am. So you can cry tears of joy or whatever but it lives another day.
On my commute home last night I was ready for the worst. You may have seen footage of the protesters- here is some: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/7976612.stm (your favorite part will be the pronunciation and syllabic emphasis on the word “protesters”). But because I work on the edge of “The City”, the proTESters (see, syllabic emphasis) did not care about us. Who knew that the most treacherous part of my journey home would be football fans??? But it’s true. Apparently England played Ukraine last night and I managed to get off the tube in my neighborhood during peak pre-game drinking hours en route to Wembley. I was scared and my belly was jostled. The cops were in full force (man they’re busy this week). Oops, I just said the word “man”. Sometimes at work something disappointing will happen and without realizing it I will say “oh man”. My boss always turns to me and asks if people really use that expression outside of Dora the Explorer. So apparently it’s an American thing to say. Oh man.
Something else I have learned about Americans that I didn’t know… Yesterday during my usual morning listen to BBC Radio’s Breakfast Show with Jo and Paul, they were doing a piece on today’s opening of Topshop in Soho in Manhattan. They reported Americans were going crazy for the opening because “we’re obsessed with anything British”. You got that everyone? We’re obsessed, okay.