okay, I’m really sorry, but I can’t reveal what ho-salers means – I’m sworn to secrecy by my friend Hang. Who was one of my companions on our girls’ trip to London the weekend before last, along with Sarah, Margaret, and Charity.
We had a BLAST.
Let’s see, we started off that weekend with a cocktail party at Margaret’s house, to raise money for the Breast Unit at Addenbrooke’s hospital, where Margaret gets her treatment. The husbands, along with a load of other people, were invited to that one. At this party, lots of girl talk was, umm, talked (?) because whenever anybody has a party where most of our squadron is invited, the guys always end up outside in a big group, drinking and talking about work (don’t they do this all day at…work?), while the girls stay inside, on the more comfortable couches and such, drinking (except not the preggos, like moi) and talking about anything and everything. Fabulous party.
Then, at the crack of dawn on Saturday morning, Charity came to pick us all up, and we set off for London. We parked at the nearest tube stop to us, and got downtown without any issues. We dropped off our luggage, and the fun commenced.
We spent the majority of the day at Portobello Road, shopping. I got a super-cool old sign, advertising veterinary care (which prompted Mike to later wonder if I was allowed to call myself a veterinarian anymore if I wasn’t working. I think that yes, no matter whether I’m working or not, I can always call myself a veterinarian. I earned that degree, dammit!), and some prints by a local artist. Then we ate really good Indian food, and Sarah, Margaret, and I went back to the hotel to nap while Charity and Hang did the London Eye.
When I awoke, it was time to get ready for our night at the theatre. I got dressed up (for me), Margaret donned her pink wig, and we all headed to see Wicked. This is the second time I’ve seen this show in London, and it is still FABULOUS. Although it was very sad that night to be in a non-drinking state, because you can totally imbibe at the theatres in London. Pink Champange, beer, cocktails, anything. I had a blue slushie (it was really good).
We then headed to eat at a nearby Italian restaurant, and headed back to the hotel about midnight. Margaret, Hang and Charity had wanted to go to the Absolute Ice Bar that night, but alas, it was not to be (they are currently planning another trip to London for that specific purpose).
Then we had an old-fashioned sleepover, minus all the snacks, and sleeping bags,movies, and pillowfights. Okay, maybe not so much a sleepover, but that again is in the works for a future girls night. What we did do is stay up REALLY LATE talking.
The next morning we woke up, talked more (how I adore all the talking!), checked out around noon, and headed to the Hard Rock Cafe. Which sounds totally cheeseball, but they make a wonderful cobb salad, which is NEAR IMPOSSIBLE I TELL YOU to find in this country. Thanks, ladies, for indulging this pregnant girl.
Then we headed home. It took a long time. Because, umm, none of us thought to check for line closures on the tube for Sunday. And the way for us to get back to the car was closed. Many underground trains, one regular train, one bus ride, a lot of walking through the rain, and hours later, we arrived back at the car.
And then we went home.
IT WAS AN AWESOME WEEKEND. So I say thank you so much to my husband, along with Pat, Pete, Robby, and Jason, for being such great sports that weekend and staying home with the kids. I’m sure you have all been rewarded amply :).
Onto the baby names. First, let give y’all the updated top contenders:
Jasper, Wilder, Miles (to be called Milo) and Silas (I just love it so much, I had to add it back in – it may be worth breaking my no-2-names-starting-with-the-same-letter rule). Also still in the running are Abel, Moses, and Virgil. I am in love with the names Jasper and Silas – both of which present different problems (Jasper with the -er and the fact that Mike just plain doesn’t like it, and Silas because it starts with an S. The -er isn’t a huge problem, except if we one day have a girl, one of my top names is Piper, which would be another -er). I really like Wilder, but it has the same problems as Jasper. Mike likes Silas and Miles. I am just not in love with Miles, and it is becoming a little too trendy for me. ANYWAY…onto my recent conversation about names with Noah and Sawyer.
me: Noah, what’s your favorite name for the baby?
Noah: Jasper (because we could call him Jazz, which is the name of a Transformer). Or mama! mama! mama! We could call the baby Wilder and call him WILDMUTT (a Ben-10 alien)!!!!
me: what about you Sawyer? What would you name the baby?
me: we’re not naming the baby Fletcher
Sawyer: But I like Fletcher!
me: but we’re not naming the baby that. Which do you like better, Jasper or Silas?
me: Fletcher. is. not. a. choice.
Sawyer: mama, stop talking about baby names all de time!
me: (in my head) did Mike tell him to say that?
So tommorow please remember to say a little prayer for Emmett when you wake up – he’ll be going into surgery tommorow afternoon, England-time. Thanks y’all!