Panic On The Streets Of...

[It was only after John made the reservation (yes, we took advantage of the British Airways/Virgin Atlantic price wars) that I realized we'd booked our ashes-spreading trip to London exactly one year to the day after I watched my grandmother die. Mom said she'd been thinking about it all day, and while I've known it was coming up, I was too wrapped up in worrying about tomorrow's MPRE, buying the wrong faucet at Discount Builders Supply down on Mission, buying the right movie at Best Buy (and YOUR mama, too...), and wandering around under the freeway in the rain to remember today.]

[March 13-20, bay-bay. Looking forward to: saying a final good-bye to Jean among the daffodils at Hampton Court, where she and Grandpa took me in 1977; going to lit'rary sites with Mom; hanging out with Rafe and Antonio, who snagged tickets for approximately the same dates (Rafe is gonna love London); Club G-A-Y; not fighting with John as much this time; maybe actually entering Parliament this time; Hampstead, Notting Hill, Holland Park, Earls Court - neighborhoods I haven't hit yet; the whole thing, really.]

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