Staying Home for a While

[The last few days in London were the best. Thursday, John and I met up with Rafe and Antonio (who did manage to get to Seville from Atocha station the day after the bombings; what an interesting time to be in el Reino Espanol), saw the excellent and free Museum of London, ate lousy Italian in the Soho gay ghetto, and had drinks at Bar G-A-Y, or as John calls it, "church." There, Rafe intrigued us with tales of a new-to-me site, with which I've become strangely fascinated; so wrong!]

[Can it just have been yesterday that were in Brighton? Yes, it can. We took a fast train down to the San Francisco of the English South Coast, making it 90 minutes before the show was to start. R., A., and I decided to stretch our time in the lovely Font Bar in the pedestrian lanes east of the main drag, while John squeezed every last bit of juice of his concert.]

[OK, so the show was fluffy fun. We're talking that usual sixty/twenty/twenty mix of any pop concert, juvenile subcategory; i.e., twelve year old girls texting up a storm, their patient mothers, and the fey gay boys. Every decade has its Shangri-La's, its Sister Sledges, its Bananaramas, and its Spice Girls, and the Sugababes are filling that role in the naughty noughties as well as anyone.]

[Grindingly slow and delayed train back to London caused us to miss the last tube run to Fulham, so a cab took us thru the rarefied air of Sloane Square and Kensington a bit before one a.m. Not enough sleep, followed by track maintenance on the Piccadilly line this morning requiring a transfer to bus service to Heathrow; duty-free chocolate and shortbread to get rid of our coins; the usual cramped, endless ride in Virgin Atlantic economy; bags taking worryingly long to emerge at the carousel and then everything searched extra thoroughly at SFO customs; a frustrating BART ride into the city; and finally, COLLAPSE at home.]

[Bounced back surprisingly quicky after a nap this evening to visit with John H., who's visiting from Denver for the weekend.]

[OK, that's over. Life is now all about finishing law school, trying to make something resembling a law review, Bar review class after graduation, and taking, if not passing, the Bar. Focus!]

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