Sat July 29, 2000

Buddy Weiser was also at the apartment, plus Run the Hun, of course Morpheus came home after everyone was already there....thanks for helping me host Morph.  Actually I shouldn't say that he was having a tough week and didn't get in until 9pm...can you believe it, on a Friday evening as well?

So we had a few little drinkies and I showed the girls round the newly that afternoon tidied apartment, (I hate it when new people come round and they place is a mess) which they loved, which I loved when they said that, then we all went to 'Odeon' on W. Broadway between Duane and Thompson Street and got plastered on lots of Cosmopolitans and very little food.

Then onto another bar (can't remember what it was called) then back to Run the Huns for a shit load of beer and dancing.  His place is small but definitely compact and beju.  He has a little space off the living room where he has to climb up to his bed which is on a high bench sort of contraption and then opposite is the loo and a fabulous sunken bathroom with turquoise mosaic tiles surrounding the tub, it really is a very romantic looking bath, although it could of done with a good scrub.  I think they may actually be ground in a marks as opposed to Runs lack of cleaning his tub....

So we drank lots of booze and then went up to his roof where everyone lay back and watched the stars while myself and Morpheus had a huge row.  It's been building up for ages, and in fact it wasn't really a row, more like a discussion that is spoken out of the side of your mouth to try and prevent others from hearing...believe me, no one, especially friends want to hear you having a row.  Anyway we kissed and sort of made up and then this morning nothing was spoken of it, which always means that it is no doubt pushed under the carpet (if we had one) and nothing more will be done or said about it....Although it does make me laugh somewhat that Morpheus will throw a situation at me that I'm supposed to be insecure about or have issues with and I'm always completely flummoxed because it's usually complete news to me.  I personally think he just throws these situations at me rather than get into anything that WE SHOULD be talking.

TODAY
Today was great, we were quite lovely dovey this morning as we usually are after a row, because we basically don't like rowing and would much rather get on and have fun when we get chance to be by ourselves (not that often, more than some, less than others...).

Anyway because I've now booked my tickets back to the UK, I'm very excited about going home and am now constantly thinking about English food (usually chips and pie) and Marks & Spencer's (fabulous underwear) and of course all my great mates that I'm going to see!! So with this in mind I was craving an English meal (this was about 1:30pm now).  Morpheus came up with the brilliant suggestion of going to 'Tea and Sympathy' which is a famous English restaurant owned by a woman called Nicky I think, down here in the Village.  So off we go, skipping down the street, ready to stuff ourselves with fabulously bad for you English grub.  There was a queue outside (always is) and they won't sit you until all of your party are there which is fine because it was only the two of us.  We eventually got in (waited about 10 mins) and I immediately felt an overwhelming feeling of missing home...Rule Britannia and all that.  I just got really giddy, much to the annoyance of Morpheus who would rather I didn't get so hysterical about the smallest thing, hey what can I say, I'm easily impressed with small restaurants that have pictures of Union Jack Flags and the Queen everywhere....

The menu is ALL English and is quite wonderful, I ordered Cumberland Sausage and Mash with Onion Gravy, Morpheus ordered Steak and Guinness pie with a side order of petite poise (small peas) and mash potatoes.  I also ordered a pot of Earl Gray and English Lemonade (you Yanks would love it, believe me) and he ordered a Shandy which is beer with a splash of Sprite, in England we use English Lemonade...what else??

So we were all set, then the owner Nicky who had heard our accents (to be honest I think we were the only English people there except for the staff) asked us if we wanted to read some English newspapers i.e. The Sun (absolute trash but great reading) and the Daily Mail (a bit more serious, owned by Rupert Murdoch, I think).

Morpheus completely polished off his plate which is pretty good for him as he usually eats like a Sparrow.  Of course I demolished mine, but did however leave a bit of mashed potato.  We then went next door to the Tea & Sympathy shop where you can purchase lots of English videos, tea cozies (woolen knits that you cover tea pots with), English confectionery (yummy), basically loads of Brit stuff.  Whenever I go in there I feel like I'm one of those awful children in "Willy Wonka" film that can't keep her hands off all the stuff. ..I just go nuts.  I also found out (after living here nearly 4 years) that you can get food delivered, I couldn't believe it, there it was in front of me this fabulous British menu with all my favorite things,  and I can get it brought to my house....OH MY GOD, I'M IN HEAVEN!!

Finally Morpheus dragged me out of there after I purchased a Wallace and Gromit video for my friend Professor, and a Billy Connolly comedy video for me (he's a Scottish comedian....really vulgar and dead rude, LOVE HIM!!).

We then popped a couple of doors up to a shop that I haven't seen before called "Air 001", it's a Pan Am Airline shop that is full of fabulous gadgets, and luggage, and travel clocks, and world maps and those great world globes.  Honestly people you've got to go in, there's just loads of really cool gear that you could probably live without but you'd rather not......  Actually Morpheus got a really cool rucksack, not your usual kind but a dead trendy one.  I saw a great travel bag but decided not to as I really do not need anymore stuff, I've spent quite enough this month.

So after eating our way back through England and shopping for unnecessary stuff we hit home and totally collapsed, well I did anyway, Morpheus started to work and never really stopped until later on that night.  For some reason he was enjoying himself...you've got to wonder, is it me that totally bores him to death or did I really marry a complete geek?????