Beware Readers (and I use the plural loosely) for the following graphs are not for the faint of heart,
On Day 1, expecting rain that never came, we eventually made it to the British Museum. We didn’t open it (at 10 AM) and didn’t close it at 5 but we were there most of that time.
I have been there many, many times. In ‘97 on a research grant I went there daily because the British Library was in the center of it.
But I’ve never had a visit there like today.
You ask why. You are to be forgiven your innocence in doing so.
First, Butch asked, many times, “have you noticed everything in here is old?” ArArAr
Next, a point was made, again repeatedly, that most of the male statues were headless. I mean, well, you know. In fact, there is a picture extant of Peggy standing between two male statues, both having “lost their manhood”…I couldn’t bear to watch the pose she made. 🤦🏻
Then there was our “flow.” Butch asked if everyone in London was there. I could do the same emoji again. It made staying together difficult. At one point Butch and I came out of a “Mexico room,” which was small, with them “right behind us.” We walked down the Enlightenment gallery, which runs the length of one side of the museum, and kept watching for them to come out of the room and follow us. We got to the middle of the gallery, where there was a door to the Great Hall (under the famous dome of the building), and they still hadn’t come out. Butch said “they can’t have gone another way, it’s the only way out.” Right, Butch.
After some texting, starting with several that went unanswered for an inconceivable amount of time, they said they were back to where we started, a quarter of the huge building away. The explanation was “we got turned around and just came back.” Of course.
Here’s a quick pic of my favorite object of the day. As Butch said, it’s old. Amazing a piece of pottery this size has survived 5500 years (math!)
And, just for the fun of it, sarcophagi.
Meanwhile, John is texting Butch and I to ask the Brits why they have this stuff in London. 🙄 Woke MFer.
We were all v tired and searching for seats and Butch kept saying he wanted an actual cold beer (the one on break was a bit below room temperature…of course he’s drinking Goose Island in a museum in London, you get what you pay for 😂)
We decided to go to St. Paul’s and have a look. The bus we took did not get us as close to the cathedral as we’d have liked (blamed in part on their tour guide) and then we went down to the Millenial Bridge, took some photos and found (follow this) one tube, another tube line, then a bus, so we ended up right in front of the flat. I’ll point out the tour guide went the wrong way as we came out of the Tube station trying to find the bus, but …
After drinks and a rest, we trusted Google to find the best restaurant near us. It was .2 mile from us. French/Italian. We went. It was EXCELLENT. Kudos. The Albion’s.
Food porn. K had wild boar ragu, which she raved about. We had a bottle of rose, too (this will be important later)
Then the others decided that we should hit a pub “for a drink” (this will be important later). Annoyingly, my order of a half of Blue Moon emptied the keg and the bartender had to go to the basement, leaving their 3 drinks sitting there, waiting to be topped off. Sigh.
Karen and Peg tried the Guinness challenge (you’ll hear a lot about this in the next week in Ireland). Here’s the photo. I thought Karen had it down in Dublin, but she went too deep last night. Peg is a rookie. 🙂
We were back to the flat at 10 and then decided to go back to our Euchre contest.
I know I can not really recreate the silliness and comedy of the by-play during the card game. It started with Peg saying “I’m so focused” and, without another breathe, “what’s the thing?” (We think she meant what was trump 😂) and we laughed and laughed about that. Because she kept asking about the thing, which took us back to the statues, which led us back to the fact I mentioned “the gherkin,” which was too much low-hanging fruit for Butch (you do the math), and then…
Then, in a moment of frustration, Peggy said she was just going to tape her cards on her chest for all of us to see. And then she said, “and I’ll say, look at mine. This is what I’ve got!” We laughed and laughed. We did pregame, had a bottle of wine, etc etc.
And that was day 1 in London.
In the midst of all this, Butch dropped the joke of the day. Be ready. It’s not really SFW either.
After 30 years of marriage, a woman decides to divorce her husband. They go to court and the judge asks her why she wants the divorce. She says “we haven’t had hot water for all these years. I shower in cold water, wash dishes in cold water, everyhing.” “Well, ma’am, that’s rough, but it’s not really a reason for divorce. Anything else?” “For thirty years, he’s picked his nose. Always picking. It’s disgusting.” “Well, ma’am, that’s not nice but it’s not really a reason for divorce. Got anything else?” “Well, your honor, I hate to bring this up, but for 30 years, we’ve had sex and he’s never let me be on top.” The judge says “now we’re getting somewhere. Sir, what do you have to say for yourself here?” The guy says “Your honor, clearly you don’t remember, but I was here 30 years ago. You told me that rather go to jail then I had to stay out of hot water, keep my nose clean, and not fuck up.” 😂
Today, to the Tower. Off with someone’s head!
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