If you have been paying attention to news of the mid-Atlantic in the U.S. (and who doesn’t?), you would know that my parents are buried under feet and feet of snow. Last night started their fifth major snowstorm of the last month. It’s times like these I am reminded to come back as a teacher or government employee in my next life. Or as a snow shovel salesperson. I am jealous because snow is beautiful and snow days are fun- I don’t care what you say.
We spent this past weekend in Hereford (not far from the border of Wales) organized by Matt as a surprise 30th birthday for Trish with 30 of their friends. It was a gorgeous country manor house with fireplaces in every room, a kitchen with like 4 ovens and a walk-in fridge (so dreamy), a brand-new cinema room, game room, hot tub and the surrounding countryside where even the sheep knew their bucolic happy roles to play. Trish was definitely surprised and she is very loved. Many of us were commenting that we could not get 30 people to drive 4 hours for a birthday. So it’s fun having such popular friends.
Jonah was the only young’un there and did quite well. Saturday night we crowned Matt & Trish Prom King and Queen and carried on with the fancy dress theme of High School Prom. The non-Americans handled it very well (British, Canadian, Italian, French, Swiss and German). We all took our prom pictures of course, and some people went retro with the style. All in all, truly fun times. I needed at least one 3am night of dance party, karaoke, hot tub and general disheveled drunken mayhem.
In case you need a better shot of my bangs
T’s birthday video viewing
sausage fest 2010
Jonah really was there
And look what we had for breakfast one morning?
An English fry-up. Which I can tolerate, believe it or not. But the next morning when the Americans tried to pull a fast one and make quiche for breakfast, it was a no go for the Brits. Apparently the thought of quiche for anything other than lunch makes them want to throw up a little bit. As an American friend put it after hearing a native say that quiche isn’t a breakfast food: “What, is it the eggs that threw you off?” Well said. Take that. Ooh.
Oh, Friends. You’re finally leaving the UK.