I love being a tourist
Friday was class for Contemporary British History with Professor Mike. He wanted us to go to the National Maritime museum, snore. But I was excited on the means of transportation that would take us back to frigid Greenwich, boat!
So 13 plus the prof got tickets on a tour boat that would take us down the River Thames. Our tour guide was quite funny and gave us fascinating facts and information about the city we passed. I now know that Wharf stands for: ware house at river front, crazy!
boring boats
The river cruise was definitely more fun than Greenwich, I am really beginning to despise that place. Obviously it's a hate hate relationship because every time I show up there are arctic winds that make me think I have been transported to Antarctica.
The museum visit was brief but we saw a cool exhibit on toy boats and the tunic worn by Nelson Trafalgar. It's a beautiful uniform, but the man was tiny! I don't think I could fit into such a dainty jacket.
We closed up the class with pints at the Royal Arms pub. Mike enjoyed a nice glass of red wine while we chatted him up about his thoughts on the world and the election.
A quick dinner back in Wembley then off to Camden for club KOKO. This became one of my favorite nights thus far. The club is an old theater and it's just gorgeous inside! It was originally called the Camden Theater when it opened in 1900. After a few more years it began a series of name changes and eventually became a music venue reached the name KOKO in the 90's. It's amazing that such a gorgeous building that holds so much history can also be a place to go clubbing. Only in London.
The music was divine and we got to see two live sets, the second band was my absolute favorite though. Art vs. Science created a new level of mosh pit and we were dancing like crazy to the fun pop/electric/rock/? music.
http://www.myspace.com/artvsscience
http://www.myspace.com/artvsscience
Karen and I got back home around 4 in the morning, so great success!
Of course it's an Aussie band
What gramps didn’t tell you was, it was a Latin theme party with liberal severing of margaritas. The Sims and Winchester joined in, already two sheets to the wind. Clark tried to crawl home on all fours when the rest of intervene carried him home, leaned him against the door ranged the doorbell. He plot face first in the entry and spent the remainder of the evening in the bathroom hugging the porcelain train
ReplyDeleteFrançois, the neophyte, had Tequila shots for the first time. Poor lad had no idea of what the cactus libation is capable of doing to your synapses. After he polished off the bottle and consuming the worm he wandered out the front door ending up at the at the Shelly house instead of the Winchester were he lived.