Back from the UK.

I am alive!

No problems in England. I arrived at Luton on Thursday. Figured out the busses. Figured out my hotel. Figured out where the nearest pub was, and then eventually went to sleep.

Friday had to meet Matt at Heathrow and my feet were killing me so I wasn’t very motivated for sightseeing. Instead I just went to the airport about 7 hours early 🙂 With 5 terminals to choose from I just kind of wandered a bit, and people watched. Wasn’t as bad as it sounds.
We got the car and aside from the surreal panic that comes from a yank sitting in a right hand drive car in a left hand road country (every time a car comes the other way around a corner I wanted to shriek something like “it’s in our lane…we’re going to die”). Luckily I was able to internalize.
The place of the wedding reception was this very quaint little (big) country estate about an hour from London, so we had rooms out there.
It was my first visit outside of London and it was quite different as you would expect. The people were a little weird-ish…I’m not sure if I can describe it better than that, and I’m not sure the stories are worth telling. Just…weird-ish…

Anyways hung out with Rob and his wedding party on Friday night. Then went to the wedding on Saturday then went to the reception…was called a pimp, a playa, and a bunch of other things that made me giggle…Met a dude from Basingstoke (where my grandparents were from). He looked like Gary Busey. Had some laughs…good party, good people. Nice wedding. Great weekend!

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