Even before the weekend, my Thursday turned out so much more exciting than I ever could have imagined. A new shopping centre opened in the shadow of St. Paul’s Cathedral and the first to do so in the ‘City of London’ (not meaning the entire city, but as in the financial district) in 130 years. This happens to be near work and my colleagues and I went. OPENING DAY OF A MALL. Who does that?! It is newsworthy in many respects and there was also some semi-famous entertainment at the opening but truth be told, I was more interested in the Banana Republic. Nothing like deprivation to artificially raise something to obsessively-craved status. Where I am from BR is like Starbucks, you could trip over them. UK? We have like three in the entire country. Bring on the wool pencil skirts. (I know, I know, I don’t have a pencil skirt body. You don’t have to be all vocal about it.)
Faye’s friend Melissa who was in London working for one month had to sadly say adieu and return to the Chi. But first we went to the London outpost of Supper Club in Notting Hill – where you eat dinner on a bed, watch some very macabre cabaret and sense that perhaps, accidentally, you are momentarily in close proximity to the cool kids. Good idea!
Then on Saturday we were just minding our Ps and Qs when we happened upon some Halloween festivities at Selfridges, plus a Glee theme for kids. Glee: a stand-out of the many fantastic American export/imports. The Americana high school experience is something that will always be romanticized and can never be replicated internationally. Certainly not in a country where people use terms in reference to the schooling of teenagers like sixth form and A-levels and play sports like netball.
We started a full court press for All Hallow’s Eve (yes, I used a pattern for one. sigh)
but you can see Jonah was not amused by the pancake breakfast party at Whole Foods, even though we brought an entourage for him and some mates
Yesterday afternoon Bryan scored again with an invite to the annual NFL game at Wembley Stadium, courtesy of Trish’s professional largesse.