Maybe the best thing about being here in London is that it provides a highly desirable (and highly costly, but whatever, right?) destination for all of our good pals from the States. The visits we get from our friends are much more meaningful than simply hanging out like we did back home. It’s like going on a little mini-trip with your best friends, at the same time getting to share all that we’ve come discover and love and loathe in our new town.
So I thought I’d take a second to highlight a short but very fun weekend visit from my buddy Dave. I took a day off from work, and we walked literally the entirety of central London, from King’s Cross to Piccadilly to the Tate to Tower Bridge to Whitechapel to Spitalfields. . . Whew! All that work deserves a pint right? Or maybe fourteen?
Caveat: What is it about turning 30? I mean, all through my 20’s, I would go out and party many nights of the week, and drink plenty and suffer quite little the next morning. But some bio-alarm has gone off at the three-decade mark, and now I have to be a bit more careful of intake.
The picture above is not perhaps the most flattering, but it certainly shows the blissful haze that the weekend took as we visited basically every cool pub that Karen and I had found since we’d been in London. . . and having two pints in each one. Imperial pints, that is.
But, Dave, the hangover was worth it!