katernater: (pretty (em) // Straight towards the sun)
The scuttlebutt around the store is that, come January, if sales haven't improved dramatically over the Christmas season, our location is going to be one of the first stores to get the axe. I'm okay with this, as I have a couple of other prospects in the hopper, but it sucks for some of the long-termers who've been there five, even ten years. One of them even has a baby on the way. I guess, if nothing else, it has the effect of making me extremely grateful for what I have -- and what I have on the horizon.

October's almost here! I'll be going home mid-month to see my family. I miss them terribly. Todd has promised to take me out to J.K. O'Donnell's for my birthday, as we're both sorely homesick for want of a decent pub. We're both curious to see if the Irish bartender is still working there. When we lived in town and used to frequent the pub, we'd always try to catch the guy on the nights he was working (which was most of them), and usually spent a good part of the night at the bar, trying to relate our two weeks in Europe to his whole lifetime there, as silly Americans are wont to do when they've had a couple of pints.

I don't know if people from other countries are particularly disposed to doing that. When we met Europeans who recognized our American accents, Todd and I were never regaled with stories of how they liked America. At most we got, "It rains a lot in Washington," and "I once went to a cocktail party with Tennessee Williams. Raving queer." I think, as a whole, Europeans are less concerned with impressing Americans than are Americans at impressing Europeans. We're still trying to impress "big brother," in some ways.

'Finished Frankenstein for class tonight. Now it's on to Walden.

I've got such a diverse reading list this semester!
katernater: (smooth (b) // Evil is thirsty work)

One year ago yesterday, Todd proposed to me in the middle of Trafalgar Square. It was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. Last night, we wanted to do something special to celebrate the occasion, so we got dressed up and went out for an amazing steak dinner. Then, we came back to the apartment, cracked open a couple of beers, and played the Black Books Drinking Game. Which, in reality, isn't as much of a game as a race to see who can finish their beer before the end of each twenty-two minute episode.

Then, Todd made some toast with jam. Which he stuck on the side of my face. Which prompted a toast fight. Which was awesome.

I love that guy.

And, because there's nothing cooler than someone showing you photos of a vacation you didn't go on:

Europe, Part I
Europe, Part II
Europe, Part III
Europe, Part IV
katernater: (lost (c) // He's a bloody rock god)
All things are cyclical. I was out of perfume, so I went to Bath & Body Works to pick up some more. I grabbed the wrong bottle by mistake and, by sheer coincidence, it happened to be the same scent I wore exclusively during the Europe trip last year. You know how smell evokes a memory? I've got memories of drinking scotch in the shipboard bar, conferring for an hour with a drunk in a Scottish pub, how banoffee recipes translate between Ireland and Liverpool, watching ships floating on the lid of the water through midnight shipping lanes, the way the grass in Hyde Park feels when you pull it through your fingers. I miss Europe. It's been almost a year since Todd and I were there. Talk about being born out of the right time and place.

Hey, [livejournal.com profile] austen! I bought Pride and Prejudice and Zombies today!
katernater: (love (h/s) // Between Baltimore and me)
Second only to London, our day in Paris was my favourite experience of the entire trip. We had fantastic weather and the autonomy to move around the city at our leisure. Todd and I had pretty grand ideas about seeing everything on our list in the allotted four hour time period, but once we got there and started walking around, we realized that we couldn't even see everything that Paris had to offer if we had a whole week. We made some cuts (Notre Dame) and one addition (Palais Garnier) and, by the time our time was up, our feet were sore and we were sun-pinked to the point of it being painful.

But it was incredible.

If you ever get a chance, please, please, please go to Paris. There is absolutely nothing that compares. No city on Earth -- not even my esteemed London -- can possibly compare to the sheer volume of incredible things to see there. In addition to the fabulous architecture, food, museums and other cultural brik-a-brak, I noticed three things about Paris:

1. It is filled with the most knee-knockingly gorgeous people I have ever seen.
2. It smells like perfume and like the inside of my Fossil leather handbag.
3. It is chock full of euro!Duchovnys.

Seriously. Eighty percent of the men in Paris look like Fox Mulder.

This entry is a bit sparse on the commentary. I think the pictures speak volumes.

WARNING: Post is EXTREMELY image-heavy. Dial-up users beware.

katernater: (music (c) // Lovers in Japan)

DAY 9 : AT SEA )



DAY 12 : AT SEA )

Paris gets is own entry. Obviously.
katernater: (dw (10) // One more night in Hollywood)
They've released the first publicity photo for this Summer's production of Hamlet, starring David Tennant:

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life. )

And, wouldn't you know it: he begins his run the very day that Todd and I get into London? We're only staying the night, but, god, now we have to walk down by the theater district to see if we can spot the Prince. I'm so excited!


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