On their first evening in town, Kate and Andy were good sports and went with me to a pub where they met all my work friends. I didn't take pictures during this time, but Kate did, so as soon as I can get her to download them onto my computer, I will add them to this blog because they are pretty funny. There is one of me where I look especially beautiful as only a person who carries billy bob teeth around in her purse at all times can.
Jim met us, too and after we had enough of the pub, we headed up to Primrose Hill. Here are Kate and Andy at the top (they look pretty good for being jet lagged!):
Thus ends my pictures taking for THAT night, but after we walked up Primrose Hill we then wandered down to Chalkfarm/Camden, where we had dinner, followed by the usual cab vs bus arguement (bus won). Kate and Andy were troopers. I never would have been up for so much after 16 plus hours of traveling.
The next day, we headed out on the town, with the plan to go to Borough Market. Kate and Andy posed for a picture on our fabulous street.
We dedided to take the long way to Borough Market and got off at Green Park (called Green Park because it doesn't have any flowers..something to do with a jealous queen). We were heading towards St. James Park (named after a leper hospital, Kate informed me...how romantic!) when we stumbled upon the changing of the guard at Buckingham palace. It was a thrill and a half! Jim perched on a wall to watch:
Can you see it? Yeah, neither could we:
The music was festive, though!
At least we got a good sister picture in front of the palace. Don't be fooled by my 70's fro...this was only taken a few days ago!
The white pelicans were hanging out in St. James' Park. The last time I was there they were pink. This time, they were just having a rest. The one on the far left was having a rest with a big blob of grass on his beak. Kate and I wanted a rest, too because we (and everyone else in the park) were having seriously bad sneezing fits and itchy eyes from the unidentified white substance that was coming out of the trees. But Jim and Andy were power walking, so we had to move on after the pelicans.
We did finally make it to Borough Market, where we spent a small fortune on steak and got some lunch. It's always great when people take pictures of you when you are in the middle of stuffing your face. Thanks, Jim.
That night, Meg, Dan, Tony and Sophie came over for a Kate and Andy bbq! (We didn't bbq Kate and Andy, but they were the highlight of the evening.)
Meg made some incredible trifle. We finished that entire, giant bowl!
We got a little distracted from catching up on old times by the Eurovision Song Contest which is unbelievably bad and cheesey and really fun to watch in a big group of friends. We were shocked....SHOCKED...that Russia won (picture this: cheesey guy with no shoes, lying on the ground and singing off key while his friend plays the violin in another spotlight and then, out of nowhere, a third guy shows up with ice skates on and starts doing an ice skating circle around the other two...on plastic. At least I assume it was plastic because if not, the cheesey guy with no shoes is REALLY tough. It was HORRIBLE!). We decided that people voted for Russia because they had been threatened by the KGB. There could be no other reason. Definitely political voting. The best part, actually was the guy commentating. He was seriously funny. The UK got like 1 point I think. Not so great.
Anyway... it was a fun and gluttonous evening and the next day, because our arteries weren't clogged enough with steak and trifle, Kate, Meg and I went to Claridge's for high tea. It was GOOD. We started with finger sandwiches and champagne, followed by the most delicious scones I have ever tasted and some interesting desserts.
One dessert, in particular, was just plain weird. It was rose flavored macaroons. Here is how the dialogue over the macaroons went:
Kate: Hmm...it tastes like potpourri.
Claire: Do I want to taste something that tastes like potpourri?
Kate: you should taste EVERYTHING!
Claire: (tastes it) It tastes like bath salts.
Meg: (tastes it) Yeah, it kind of tastes like my grandmother....smelled.
Overall, we didn't really like it. But the scones....
Kate and Meg outside of Claridge's:
Kate and me inside of Claridge's:
The next day, the weather was horrible, so we decided to go to some museums. Kate and Andy went to the Natural History Museum. Jim and I had been there recently (and, after hearing about it from Kate and Andy were really glad that we didn't go again because there were huge crowds) so we went to the Victoria and ALbert Museum, where we looked at fashion, photography, a Medussa-like glass chandalier and some gigantic pillars before we grew tired of the rain and the museum and went home. Kate and Andy took a botony tour that they liked and never got to see the dinosaurs because there was a line 1.5 hours long to get in. Sheesh. I think the Cleveland Museum of Natural History has a better dinosaur exhibit anyway.
