After an incredible amount of persuasion (i.e. saying Hey, you should come to London and hang out with me!) I was lucky enough to be graced by the presence of one of my favorite people on the planet: Missy Moxie.
Us when we were young and naive and both had bangs… OH HOW THINGS CHANGE!
She’s one of my favorite people on the planet for several reasons:
1) She introduced me to Cry-Baby, a movie which I frankly can’t BELIEVE I never watched before because it is precisely up my ally.
2) She’s the best house guest because she is so low-maintenance and still super fun (I should do PR for her).
3) We spent the entire week talking about a huge dog we saw on the Tube
4) We also spent the entire week talking about these amazingly ugly leggings we saw in Primark and ended up going to purchase them on her last day. It was a lot of really serious discussions.
As I do with all visitors (or at least I did this when my parents visited a few years ago), as soon as she landed and we had tucked into a delicious breakfast I dragged her out for a long walk around London. I stubbornly insist that this is the best way to keep a jet-lagged visitor awake and help them get a feel for the city while taking in the major landmark, and is NOT in fact a death march as my mother claims to this day.
Luckily the weather absolutely cooperated, putting the city in its best light. I plan things that way because I am the master tour guide. I am also amazing at being a tour guide because most of my landmarks are described as such: “So I think that like three centuries ago a really famous person did something here, but I can’t remember what. I CAN tell you about Christopher Wren, his architecture in London, his impact at the College of William & Mary, and the name of the library at WM, but that’s it.”
Go ahead and hire me. I benevolently accept.
I did act as an amazing tour guide because the second the clock hit noon I decreed it to be Pimms O’Clock. It was a Sunday, after all. Must respect the Lord’s day.
Even though this day was about keeping my best friend awake and making sure I was the most interesting person ever so the seven hour flight would be worth it (and yes we did end the day by watching Bridget Jones’ Diary), it was a nice treat for me to get to see the city I love and to show it off to others. Sometimes I just stand by the Thames and get a crazy feeling about how my life actually ended up with me here. You just never know, you know?
Philosophical musings aside, best part of the entire day: creamy pumpkin and goat cheese soup. Please and thank you.