Gotta bump the picture quota back up.
I realized my blog had become almost all text, and nobody wants to sit through that. In order to combat this, I present completely random photos taken during my trip to England in April (yes, the one I didn't bother to finish recapping). Anonymous Midwest Girl will appreciate the first one. Hold your mouse over the photos for extra fun!
I love how the name of the restaurant is a call to action. You know what you do here. There's no discussion. Now I need to open a bar simply called DRINK. Don't even bother trying to beat me to that one by the way, I already copyrighted it. Suckas.
Speaking of drinking, this was the single sweetest drink I have ever had. Imagine a blend of Yoo Hoo, chocolate milk made from whole milk and caramel mixed into one bottle in equal proportions. I went outside and picked up a car after drinking this. Granted, it was one of those microscopic little Ford Ka's that so popular over there, but still.
You will see this on almost every crosswalk in London. It just seems like the perfect bit of advice. It can apply to crossing the street, or going to a job interview, or preparing for that big date. So many possibilities, and they make sure you remember it by posting it on the ground every 20 yards or so.
This is more good advice. They even sell underwear with this written on it. If any future girlfriend of mine is wearing a pair of those whenever I'm lucky enough to watch her get undressed for me, I may ask her to marry me right then and there for being so awesome. I'm not even joking. I know, I know, I'm a total romantic.
It's not just fried chicken... It's American Fried Chicken. They love their fried chicken over there in London. I swear to you, fried chicken stands are more popular in London than Dunkin Donuts shops in New England. There was a KFC the size of 3 football fields there. I'm not even exaggerating. Well, maybe a little. Anyway, it was PACKED. Go figure.
These little things were the best buy in Oslo. They were little lemon cookies and they only cost 10 kroners (about $1.50). This was all my sister and I ate pretty much the entire weekend we were in Oslo, because we could barely afford anything else. We did save money for beer, though. Gotta have priorities.
Just because I put these up, don't expect me to post the rest of my trip recap. I forgot all of it anyway. Sorry.
posted by Maki @ 1:40 PM
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Oh hey Squash, it's me. I finally set up a blog. Now what do I do?
I just realized, you don't have cable so you aren't going to "get" why it's Mrs. Garrison. Well, he got a fancy new vagina this season.
This is Amy, btw. Holla.
Ah, you're giving Mrs. Mosley and I some serious nostalgia flashbacks. We had take out lunch at an "EAT" outside of St. Paul's cathedral the last time we were there.
The whole fried chicken thing (and I do believe we walked past one of those red signs at least once) reminds me of a trip to Germany years ago. Our hotel had a goofy looking cartoon cowboy cut out of plywood with the words "Authentic American BBQ" below it (Because Memphis ain't got nothin on Munich, baby!).
LOL, we actually have a bar in my hometown called "Drink." Too late! :)
DAMMIT.
Hey, wait. That's my new bar name. Is it bad to admit I never went into an EAT to, well, eat? My favorite lunch was at a place called Tiger, Tiger near Leicester Square. I would not open a bar by that name here in the U.S. though. Everyone would assume it's a gay bar, and my mom would cry if she knew I was a gay bar proprietor. Oh well. Good lunch anyway.
Maki
How do you post pictures again? And that's not the Amy i think it is, is it?
Not sure if you ever met this Amy, PK. I think my housewarming party may have been the only time. Besides, when have you known Schick to be a South Park fan? Or use the word "vagina" so casually?
I host the pictures on a photobucket account and then link to them. I'll show ya how when you get back from the big wiffleball tournament.
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