Hey, Auntie Lou is going to England! I'm so happy for her.
This reminds me of when I and Bad Ass Husband (who recently shaved his beard, BTW) travelled to London to visit Jennifer while she was doing something very impressive related to art history. (Her college had a dead guy, stuffed, propped up in a chair for board meetings. I'm not sure if this had anything to do with her future blog. One event in time does lead to another.)
So, right before the whole world of air travel changed for the worst for Americans, in August of 2001, BAH and I went to London for a while, then Sweden, then London, then Scotland. Then London. Then we went over to Stonehenge- (please! Who are they fooling? Totally concrete, and recent, too) and then back to London. London, London, London. London is pretty awesome, all in all. Otherwise, why did we keep going back? I guess it was partly the free rent and the friendship thing, but it really was something.
I suppose I should write all about the wonders of the world to be found there. We saw all the usual things. Then we would come back to the flat, exhausted, and watch television. Television there was just such a trip for me. We couldn't go anywhere before ten o'clock in the morning, because I immediately became hooked on a morning soap opera called, "The Tribe". It was one of those post-apocalyptic things, and in this one, everyone alive still was a teenager, and they were all in these gangs called, "tribes." They basically went around acting like teenagers, the usual dramas. God only knows how they stayed alive. They were very into face painting. It was all just so low budget and trashy. I couldn't get enough of it!
Once I returned to the US, I, of course, could not find The Tribe anywhere. It was as though it had never existed. It was a dream of mine, induced by too much pub beer and "English" prattle (which, by the way, I did not understand in the slightest). The only remnant of it in my day-to-day life was when BAH would randomly sing me the two-second-long them song they used for commercial interuptions: "dodododoTRIBES!" and I would sigh a wistful sigh and think of England.