Wet Rag

That is the only way to describe my trip to San Fran- I became the proverbial wet rag… Unfortunately my body chose to decrease it’s white blood cell count when I needed it the most- and as a result 300 people’s germs were allowed to invade my normally healthy body during the 12 hour flight to the US! Ugh.

I’m an optimist though, and I successfully convinced myself that I just had a bad case of allergies- until I started running a fever and lost most of my breathing ability about 48 hours into the trip.

So, JP can fill you in on most the fun and shenanigans. I was back at the La Luna Inn, taking in hours of American TV. Man, do I miss American TV. I caught up on it all- The Girls Next Door (love that show), old episodes of Grey’s Anatomy (yes, I was home on Friday night, so what!), Real Housewives of NYC- man are those women awful, and I even took in some Real World/Road Rules Gauntlet –which I am way too old to enjoy and admit but who cares? Coming back to the US didn’t make me want to hop the next flight home or anything, but man did it make me appreciate the entertainment options in the US. The UK has NOTHING on US TV.

I can comment on the highlight of the weekend though- the wedding… gorgeous! The bride looked amazing, the flowers were spectacular, the food was yummy. Our views were of the Golden Gate Bridge and the SF Bay. The music was fun, and there were ever flowing Irish car bombs being served throughout the night. There was no cheesy bouquet toss or YMCA or Macarena- just a bunch of people dancing and drinking and having a real nice time. I held fast to my wet rag status, drank my water, took it all in, and had pangs for my normal self that would have led the charge on the dance floor and would have danced with the crazy old uncles in attendance. Oh well, I can’t be fun 100% of the time. Ariel- if you read this- you looked amazing and did such a great job in planning! What is it about brides that bring tears to my eyes? Seriously, even if I don’t know the bride that well, I always get so choked up seeing her walk down the aisle. So sweet.

I’ve been tasked with taking this blogging thing to EY (well, not me personally, but using the existing techonolody) and start a blog as part of my role here. It is quite surreal. People want me to blog on topics related to Diversity in the workplace. No, not as much fun as pub life and European travels, but it got me thinking and researching. In my research I came upon a snidely written article on blogging. Basically the author asks the question- “who cares” when it comes to other people’s blogs. I was taken aback- thinking to myself- why, I blog, and people read this! Why would they read this if they don’t want to read it? This blog doesn’t automatically pop up when you turn on your computer. I don’t send out reminders to read this blog. I was so peeved when I read this, but then realized that he was a jack ass without anything interesting to write about- so I instantly wrote that off and decided to blog about him. For those of you who do read this, I appreciate it. If nobody read this, I think I would still put fingers to keyboard to dish about the randomness of life here. It is something like nothing I’ve ever experienced!

Tonight we are celebrating JP’s birthday by taking in a show with our friends Stacy & Frank who are in town visiting from the OC. This isn’t any show- I’m a good sport and found a fun burlesque/cabaret supper club in Central London that I thought would be unique and fun. You can check out what show we are viewing at: http://www.volupte-lounge.com/
I think we are in for some fun- and I’ve heard from mostly girls that this is the best show of girl power you can get for only £10.

After Portugal I’ll post better travel stories and pictures. Until then, Happy Easter, enjoy some Peeps for me!