Let's play catch-up

All righty then, I will now attempt the unlikely -- to catch you all up on the happenings of the last few exciting days of my exciting life. Okay, I am writing that and insulting myself in my head for my own lameness. Well, what of it. Proceed!

Friday morning, we were supposed to leave for the Tower of London by 8:20, meaning I had to get up by 7 if I actually wanted to shower for the day. When my alarm went off, I defied all my sleepiness and prided myself in actually rousing myself and successfully showering (though I did try to wash my body in conditioner on accident... so I wasn't all there). I come back in the room, gloating a little on the inside, priding myself in being a morning person while all my roommates were still sleeping. Then Sarah turns over, looks at me standing there in my towel, and says, "You know it's canceled, right? Snow." So I went back to bed. Serves me right.

It ended up being very much an errand/homework day, and in the evening, there was a Hyde Park stake dance most of the girls were planning on going to. Kate and I dolled ourselves up with the rest of them, only to secretly confide in each other we had no desire or intention of competing for the attention of a slim picking of pre-mission British boys with a large group of testosterone-deprived American girls that we have to sleep in the same room with. So while everyone else headed off for the dance, Kate and I snuck out to Bella Italia's, a very delicious, very romantic Italian restaurant. It turned out to be a lovely date indeed. We sat at our table for two, surrounded by couples and gazing at each other across the candle that separated us. I guess it didn't help that when the waitress came, I stepped up and ordered the mozarella breadsticks for two, and then the Godfather dessert for two. All that was missing was a fat accordian player singing, "Thiiiiiis is the niiiiiight."

Saturday consisted of a long run through Hyde Park, an abs workout, a shower, homework, and a matinee showing of the "best new comedy," 39 steps. I won't say much about it except that there's not much to say. Well, the theatre was cute.

In the evening, we went to Nando's for Abby's birthday dinner (actually, I stopped and got Cafe Diana take-out and ate it at Nando's with them...), and 4 of the boys they had met at the dance on Friday came to celebrate as well. They were... young, possibly attractive if one tilts one's head and squints one's eyes and ignores the fact that they were all trying to flirt with every girl to test the waters, not realizing that every girl there noticed it. Smooth like some very British butta. Anyway, they were nice guys, and we had fun with them. After dinner we split into two groups to do a video scavenger hunt throughout London. Yes, there is now footage of me getting a random fruity-looking guy's number off the street, successfully convincing him that he just "caught my eye," "I really never do this," and "No, no, it's not a scavenger hunt, I don't know why she's recording this." He bought it, hook line and sinker, and was only distressed because he believed I wouldn't actually call him. What can I say, when you've got game, you've got game. Fun, fun, night.

Today is a whole story of itself, and it deserves a separate post, so that is coming very very soon. I'm going to try to upload pictures from this week, but who knows with this internet. Cheers!