But now, with the end of essays and portfolios also in sight, we've been gearing up for a kickin' last week in London. On the agenda: several plays (as in, four in five days), a farewell Christmas party (formal dress encouraged), one last meal at the Princess Victoria (which was our first London pub).
Tonight, Nick, Brittany, and I listened to Bing Crosby (and smatterings of the Anderson Sisters and one sad and lonely Frank Sinatra) sing Christmas carols while we cut out snowflakes and hung them from Brittany's ceiling.
(photos by Brittany Jackson and Gonzalo Tuesta)
It's quite pretty, actually. We're trying not to think about the moment when we'll have to take them down. Putting away Christmas decorations is surprisingly disheartening.
Tomorrow: I may or may not get up at 5.45am in order to get tickets for a play ... Also printing out and turning in my Music as a Communcation and Creative Practice essay (monstrous relief), and booking tickets for a tour of Bath and Stonehenge for this Sunday. Excellent, well.
An incomplete list of (intangible) things to bring home:
- The Double Jinx
- "Exce," "hip hip," "obvs"
- The awkward noise, the surly duck noise
It's probably apparent from the disordered and disjointed nature of this post that I'm rather tired. I hope you'll forgive me. Making paper snowflakes for two hours really takes it outta a girl.
Oh, also to do this week: actually send you folks postcards/letters. It'll happen. Last chance, right?
In the meantime, catch a few snowflakes (the kind that melt) and drink some hot chocolate for me, yeah? Wrap a few presents with the most ostentatious paper you can find. Actually kiss somebody under the mistletoe. Disguise a good gift as socks (not the other way around). Sing a few carols in public. Hang up as many lights as your circuit breaker can handle.
I'm in love with Christmastime.
2 comments:
WE are anxiously awaiting your return. It snowed again last night. Enjoy your mild temps a little longer. Remember our winters are long. We love you. A cup of hot chocolate awaits...hope you are up to baking Christmas cookies!! Love, Mom
I love Christmas too! And I love you more! It's sad that you have to leave London, but don't worry. Christmas with all of us will make up for it. Because we're pretty much awesome. :-) See you when you get home!
~Becky
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