Goo'd Times

Thanks for sharing, B.

Keeping Track of Shady Buisness II

This time, we're monitoring the situation with Pongsri and Good Humour Ice-Cream Trucks.

A lunch less Thursday it was, so H1 and I ordered from Pongsri. The food arrived quickly but when H1 answered the phone, it went something like this -

Delivery Guy: You have food delivery downstairs.
H1: OK, I'll meet you in the messenger center (the place we're supposed to go to for food deliveries)
DG: You want to meet in the messenger center?!
H1: Yeah...
DG: No, I meet you downstairs on 48 Street.
H1: No, we'll get yelled at. We're supposed to meet at the messenger center for food pick ups!
DG: No! I'll be OUTSIDE the doors, on the street. 48.
H1: ::disgruntled:: Fine!

So we went downstairs and conducted shady buisness of our own. There was the guy, on his bicycle on the sidewalk, barely obscured behind the building.

Why are most Asians always so shady? Time is money, I guess.

The other shady occurrence today happened this afternoon when X and I were lounging in the living room.

Or 2: Oo! You hear that?! An ice-cream truck!
X: Oo!
Or 2: I wonder if it's a Mister Softee!

As we were pondering this, the truck had stopped somewhere up the street. Then we heard a familiar sound.

X and Or 2, to each other: Ummm, you hear that right? Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer?!
X: What the hell is up with that truck?! Why would an ICE-CREAM truck ever have the need to play that song?!

Memorable Conversations and Quote of the Day:

Momma HOchie: You are the Queen of Mean!
X: Oooo! I always wanted to be a Queen! At least I can be the Queen of something!

H1, on a facebook super poke discussion: If anyone throws Michael Phelps at me, I'll vomit.

Or 2, on a picture of Michael Phelps: I'd think those ears of his would keep him back in the water.
H1: Yeah... they're not streamlined.

Currently listening to: "LE BRANC sama Wa Nandemoari" by Noriko Matsueda, Takahito Eguchi, from the FFX-2 Original Soundtrack and "The Oath" by Nobuo Uematsu, from the Final Fantasy VIII Original Soundtrack. It still pains me that this effin' stupid ass game had such a good soundtrack. It's almost trying to redeem itself by having that and Zell but nothing can save that game's horridness.

Don't These Itunes Bitches Know That...?

I am the Queen?

And I want to download the Arctic Monkeys?!

No one screws the Queen!

Or 2's The Famous London Fog - DAY 2

Chapter 2: Scary Birds Everywhere including the Queen. Har Har.

The Tube or Underground Subway system's pretty good and easy to learn in London. The only complaint really is that if one line shuts down, we're not sure if there's anyway to compensate for it - you're pretty much assed out or have to take a cab or maybe the bus. Since Or 2 won't even do buses in NYC, then there was no way in hell one was going to be done in London. Yep, not even the Double Decker kind. I think I was on one of those when I was 3.

We spent the day walking around near Parliament, Big Ben and the London Eye. We also saw Buckingham Palace but no MI5 Building! Sorry Char Kar. I wanted to go the Aquarium but maybe next time.

Now let's talk about the fun stuff - this had to be the coolest thing we saw that day:



That's right, bitches! Jack Bauer in London!!!!! Oh yeah, that's the London Eye in the background. Meh.  Haha.

In St. James' Park we found some scary birds, you know, other than the Queen:



I don't know what they feed them over there but DAMN.

And here's a duck with the evil eye -



I, of course, re-visited my steps across Buckingham Palace and let's just leave it at that.

Obviously, I didn't actually see the Queen but I did spend pounds at the Queen's gift shop and got the tackiest little Christmas Tree Ornament for Beetchie. And that's as close to the Queen as I got.

We then hopped on the tube to go see the Tower of London but it was too late to tour it in the half an hour we had left but I did a kind of cool shot of it at night:



Then the real shadiness began when we got back to our neighbourhood. It wasn't really shady but instead of a young, dashing Brit. Lad joining our table at the pub, we got an old, not so good-looking Scot named Angus who joined instead.

Blow.