Had to take a quick detour on my world tour to return to NYC to secure a visa for work in the UK. Look at that fricking document. The last time I spent that much time and money chasing something across the Atlantic, it had a lot cuter face on it. Believe that.
All in all a four day sabbatical wasn't bad. Gave me a chance to remember what I was missing and what felt different
- Food: It is very difficult to find what you want to eat in London, especially if you want to try and eat healthy. Even if you're wiling to settle for fish'n'chips, you better get there before 9 or so or you're going home hungry. I made use of my time with a few beers and a Lombardi's take out at Spring Lounge
- Cabs...so available. So cheap. And this is going to sound weird, but the accents are sometimes a little easier to understand.
- The pound must be doing poorly, as things seemed cheap in the dollar. I brought a lot of stuff back with me
- Haircut: See the picture above. When I got that snapped at Duane Reade and handed it over to the visa agency, I realized it was time for a cut. Maybe this is another life lesson of being abroad; Time to grow up, kid. I felt real grimy getting off a plane in a hat, sneaks and a hoodie. Being 32 and all. So I advantage of the strong greenback dollar to get an expensive haircut from a diverse gentleman in Chelsea and bought a ton of new clothes. Changes...
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| Me and Joelle, who I'd absolutely let make most of my life decisions if she'd take the responsibility. Thanks also to Morgan for snapping the photo "so I'd remember how bad it looked before." |
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