More Happy Christmas

This weekend was a champagne filled blur. The always interesting, gorgeous, hilarious C.F. was visiting London from NYC. On Friday we met up with her and J.S. and had drinks at the Kensington Wine Room, which is full of great wine and cute French waiters (awesome). We ended up at J.S.’s house after dinner for our first visit to Shephard’s Bush, and Jason’s kick-ass apartment. It is so nice it makes our place look like a craphole (well it really is a craphole actually). J.S. told us of his struggle to get a work visa for the UK, and we generously offered to house-watch his really nice place until it is all straightened out should he get deported or held at customs. We are so generous.

Looking good people.

This is right before we got kicked out.

Saturday involved much sleeping in and A CHRISTMAS SING ALONG at Royal Albert Hall - poor poor Dave. This is a hot event that sells out really quickly. I bought tickets weeks ago. They have an orchestra and choir and we all filled Royal Albert Hall to the brim with singing. After a bit of complaining, even Dave admitted it was really fun and Christmas-spirity. Next year I am dressing up in a Christmas sweater or light-up Christmas frock, like most of the other folks there.

See, he is having fun.

   

Post-concert we mostly just relaxed in anticipation of the evening’s festivities: A Christmas/housewarming party at J&M’s house. J&M are two friends that we met in London, I think at a bar or something. He is a local and she is originally from Connecticut but has been living in London for like 6 years. They are a whole lot of fun, as are their friends – all of whom were made more fun with the several bottles of champers we brought over as a gift. Sorry no pictures, I figured taking pictures of people that I just met "for my blog" would be a bit much. Is it funny that Londoners think ALL Americans have a blog. I suppose this means they think we are all self-obsessed douchebags, wait......I suppose we are.

We leave for Austria on Friday and I am stoked to SKI with J.V. and A.V. The town of St. Anton (where we are headed) has gotten dumped on, whereas Tahoe is bone dry this year - we got very lucky. I just hope we can make the drive through the snow and figure out where we are getting our rental skis and such; all the while utilizing my crap German. Wish us luck!

In a note of sadness, the Witty was hospitalized this week. My poor baby escaped out of the yard and wandered through the neighborhood eating poo, garbage, food, whatever he could find (shocking). He must have gotten into something really bad, because he super-barfed all over Dave’s sister’s deck. He apparently was shaking and really lethargic, so they took him to the hospital. He stayed overnight and had to get an IV, see that little bandage in the pictures. Apparently our niece and nephew were as relieved as I was that he is OK and will live to eat more trash and vomit another day.

Po-po Witty with his IV bandage.