So with a trusty, albeit very flat, Dr. Pepper to my left, I sit at an internet cafe in a Subway, about to do my first bit of exploring. I believe today, it's the National Gallery and the Portrait Gallery. I am really looking forward to just getting out and doing it. Like Bam.
Anyways, after J went to work, I took a nice long shower, ran my errands and then passed out about.. 6? when he got back from work, looking sharp. We then headed out for dinner and until went to this really posche looking italien spot. I was underdressed, but we went anyways, the food was -eh-eh, (this was my first "this food is so ritzy, it's barely in your plate" meal) but the conversation was phenomenal. J talked about some of his crazy dad stories, his work and his excursions in London. I had very little to say, exhausted and awed by the whole affair thus far. We both shared mutual excitement in being in LONDON of all places together, sharing some white wine and pasta and thoughts about the year to come as Seniors.
After some 99 port (first time), we went to a bar - "The Queen's Head", where he treated me further with a drink and good conversation. Though I couldn't finish the beer, and I don't particularly care for beer, I still had a good time. We got back to the apartment afterward and crashed.
And I woke this morning, feeling miserable with a combo of drink, no water, and bad food. I thought I could get a head start this morning, but my stomach was doing flips, my hands were shaky and I was feeling all around pretty miserable. SO I came back to my flat and passed out for a good 2 hours, which was perfect. I feel better now, a bit tired, but stronger. I should be more careful: point taken.
more soon, I am sure. I'm off to the Tube.
much Love
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