M and I have had a good run of both, lately, mostly as audience members. (Fun fact: We actually met in a college class called Comedy, Tragedy, and Religion. We watched Monty Python’s Life of Brian and fell in love.)
First, I was lucky to get free tickets to a taping of Live at the Apollo, the famous British stand-up comedy series recorded at the Apollo Hammersmith.
On our third day in Barcelona, we started the morning with breakfast at another food-tour-company-recommended spot called Cosmo. We went in, sat down at a table, looked up, and were instantly transported back to Baltimore.
At the beginning of the summer, my parents were visiting and once again graciously stayed with our girls here in London so M and I could have a little getaway. We spent four nights in Barcelona, were we appreciated the sights, the weather, the artistic genius of Pablo Picasso and Antoni Gaudí, and of course the food and drink.
We flew out of London on Thursday night, on a very rowdy budget airline flight with a stag (bachelor) party and a boys’ football club (probably ages 8-10?) whose parents let them run wild.
Fortunately, the man next to us on the plane was a nice Barcelona local and helpfully gave us a bunch of restaurant recommendations. (And as always happens with us on international trips, we ran into him again later that weekend, on a random street. Does this happen to anyone else? Is there a term for this phenomenon?) Continue reading →
M and I took a day trip to Cambridge one Saturday in June, while his parents were visiting and generously offered to keep the kids all day. Despite its proximity to London, this was the first time either of us had been to the historic university town.
Yesterday morning Jeremy Piven stopped me in the street to ask me a question. No, it was not “Will you please be in my next movie?” though you probably think I get that a lot. (Though given the #metoo movement, I don’t think I’d accept that offer anyway.)
Actually, he asked me where the nearest yoga studio was, of all things. I may not have a UK passport, but I think famous Hollywood actors asking me for directions must mean I’m a legit London local now. Continue reading →