9.14.2005
phew!
I wish that I could say that I've not had a terribly exciting week and was just waiting for the perfect time to write about the one or two small kernels of fun that have happened recently. Truth be told, though, it's that I've been exhausted. And busy. I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, academically. Which means studying a lot in the library at a time when even the librarian is on holiday.
I went to London to see my Mom and Dad on Friday: stayed in the luxurious opulence of the Park Lane Hotel, for which I remain very grateful to my Mom and Dad. We went out for a delicious Chinese dinner in Chinatown, and then back to the hotel for some relaxation. Saturday, we went to the Portobello Street market, which would have been a lot more fun had the three of us not had to pull ourselves away every fifteen seconds to make sure that the other two of our party had not disappeared. Which if course, we had. Lunch was a nice return to Wagamama, a delicious restaurant which we had been very lucky to find relatively recent to when it opened in 1992.
Dad went to the airport on Saturday afternoon, and so Mom and I went off to have dinner with my friend Edith, the high school friend of mine whose birthday party I attended last year with Basak, Simon, Derek, and Emily. Much fun was had: we ended up at Zaika, a funky neo-Indian place by Royal Albert Hall. It was really quite amazing: a rich mushroom soup with an onion pakora to start (complements of the chef), I had a salmon kebab, and then a delicious crusted biryani. Outstanding. On our way to Zaika, Mom and I walked by the Royal Albert Hall, which was hosting the last night of the proms. Of course, we had no idea at the time. We got back to the hotel to find that the entire affair was being broadcast live. It was quite the spectacle: with Brits being uncharacteristically emotional and wild. Inside the hall were some gentlemen dressed in full white tie and also wearing silly union flag-patterned hats.
After an emotional goodbye on Sunday, I came back to Keble where I couldn't help but feel kind of depressed. I mean, I miss my parents a lot. *sigh* At least I'll get to see them when they come to visit over Thanksgiving again. Is it weird that a 25-year old feels so homesick? I hope not. It's not always, mind you. Just on certain occasions.
Matthew made the first soccer team at Eton! They're playing today, actually. No word yet on how they've done, but I'm really proud of him. Even though the coach has, as I hear from Mom, already told him that he's a sub and will be seeing relatively sparse playing time. Quite an accomplishment for the guy. I'm psyched for him. Go Matthew!
I went to London to see my Mom and Dad on Friday: stayed in the luxurious opulence of the Park Lane Hotel, for which I remain very grateful to my Mom and Dad. We went out for a delicious Chinese dinner in Chinatown, and then back to the hotel for some relaxation. Saturday, we went to the Portobello Street market, which would have been a lot more fun had the three of us not had to pull ourselves away every fifteen seconds to make sure that the other two of our party had not disappeared. Which if course, we had. Lunch was a nice return to Wagamama, a delicious restaurant which we had been very lucky to find relatively recent to when it opened in 1992.
Dad went to the airport on Saturday afternoon, and so Mom and I went off to have dinner with my friend Edith, the high school friend of mine whose birthday party I attended last year with Basak, Simon, Derek, and Emily. Much fun was had: we ended up at Zaika, a funky neo-Indian place by Royal Albert Hall. It was really quite amazing: a rich mushroom soup with an onion pakora to start (complements of the chef), I had a salmon kebab, and then a delicious crusted biryani. Outstanding. On our way to Zaika, Mom and I walked by the Royal Albert Hall, which was hosting the last night of the proms. Of course, we had no idea at the time. We got back to the hotel to find that the entire affair was being broadcast live. It was quite the spectacle: with Brits being uncharacteristically emotional and wild. Inside the hall were some gentlemen dressed in full white tie and also wearing silly union flag-patterned hats.
After an emotional goodbye on Sunday, I came back to Keble where I couldn't help but feel kind of depressed. I mean, I miss my parents a lot. *sigh* At least I'll get to see them when they come to visit over Thanksgiving again. Is it weird that a 25-year old feels so homesick? I hope not. It's not always, mind you. Just on certain occasions.
Matthew made the first soccer team at Eton! They're playing today, actually. No word yet on how they've done, but I'm really proud of him. Even though the coach has, as I hear from Mom, already told him that he's a sub and will be seeing relatively sparse playing time. Quite an accomplishment for the guy. I'm psyched for him. Go Matthew!
