It's a beautiful Sunday in London. The weather has begun to cool off, but the sky is clear and the sun is out. I woke up at almost 1PM today after a night at the pub watching the final game of the Rugby World Cup between England and South Africa. I planned on spending last night in reading and relaxing, but figured that I should make the most out of living in London and watch the game. We ended up at pub called Mortimer's up by Goodge St and UCL. It was a low-key pub and we got a cheap dinner with a pitcher of cheap pints.
We sat at a table of UCL old-timer's with PhDs: two guys in their late 50s or early 60s and two guys in their 30s. We schmoozed and laughed at jokes we pretended to understand. By the end of the game, I was somewhere in the midst of a 4th pint which JP and Jared generously offered to finish for me since I was dying. But then enters Paul, a chatty 30-something who buys us all another pint. As polite people, of course we are obliged to drink this free pint. But as they say in economics, there's no such thing as a free pint... er, lunch.
I ran into a flatmate and his friend on my way back from a coffee and was coerced into taking a walk on "this a'beautiful day!" (said with Italian accent). So we walked to Tower Bridge and across and got a sandwich at Subway and ate in a park. It was a nice way to spend a Sunday. I know I said my life is a sausage fest and it still is one, but the guys I know and have met are pretty cool. I like them a lot and it could be worse if I didn't know anyone at all.
I'm excited for the start of a new week. Hopefully, I'll be getting more sleep this time around. I am now the proud owner of my very own pair of rock climbing shoes and chalk bag. Now I look legit and the only thing I have to do is BE legit. Climbing as a registered member for the first time on Friday was a little weird. Without some LSE girl or guy pointing to routes and coaching me, I felt a little intimidated. But I just need to dive right in and continue on, lest I waste the 6-month membership I purchased. Ok, to the grindstone...