Movember

Today was a long-awaited day at work - the last day of a month-long fundraiser here called "Movember." Ok, so that name makes no sense if you're used to spelling it "mustache" as we do in America ... but in the UK it's "moustache" and this is a charity to raise money for prostate cancer.

The guys in my office grew "mo"s and it was both hilarious and painful (for us who have to look at them). We can't wait to have them back to normal, although I no longer know how to interact with my boss without making fun of him mercilessly. So that'll be weird.

So we had this voting at lunchtime today, for different categories. I can't remember them really but it was something like style, innovation, bushiness, overall. Hysterical.





(Gordonites, I hope this rings No Shave November bells. Incidentally, nothing can come close to No Shave November.)

My UK Thanksgiving

I had lots of time before I moved to England to come to grips with the 'sacrifices' I would make, including the fact that they don't have Thanksgiving here. But ironically, my British friends seem less OK with me missing this holiday than I am!

My dear friend Sarah (Scottish, mind you) found us this Thanksgiving dinner for Americans. It was tonite, on a boat moored on the Thames and there were nearly 300 people in attendance! The food was excellent and we had a super fun time ... I didn't have to miss Thanksgiving and Sarah got to celebrate her first!



Queen Mary












To get your River bearings, see the London Eye in the middle background and Big Ben in the right background.



The only pumpkin pie in England.











Sarah eating her first pumpkin pie ever!









This was the best part - they played a tape of last year's Macy's Day Parade. Ha!







Aren't we cute.

Best package ever

My friend Rosie sent me this and I got it today. My favorite toothpaste which I can't get here, and boxes of macaroni and cheese .. same!!

The Question Mark Inside

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From last Saturday until today there was this amazing art project at St Paul's cathedral called "The Question Mark Inside". It was to celebrate the 300th anniversary and people contributed words about what makes life meaningful. The words were projected onto the enormous dome at night, and it was lit up a bright blue to celebrate architect Christopher Wren's love of astronomy. The artist Martin Firrell also wanted to make people see the cathedral again, rather than being used to it and overlooking its beauty.

It was the coolest thing. We have a great view of the cathedral from our office, and I worked late several nights this week, plus it gets dark so early now that I got to see quite a lot of it. I met my friend Sarah for dinner near St Paul's on Wednesday and walked across the Millenium Bridge (shown) towards it, and it's even more awesome as you approach it.

St Paul's website article about this project

Remember remember the fifth of November

I wasn't too familiar with Guy Fawkes Night, aka Bonfire Night, before I moved here. For awhile there I could never remember what it was called either, and kept thinking it was Sadie Hawkins Night. Ha! Not quite.






In 1605 (I kid you not), Guy Fawkes tried to blow up the Houses of Parliament. His plans were foiled, and Guy Fawkes Night is a celebration of that. Yeah, STILL. School children are taught the rhyme "Remember remember the fifth of November" and there's all these traditions that go along with the day, especially big fireworks displays throughout the U.K. Fine, but it gets strange... they also build bonfires on which they burn effigies of Guy Fawkes!?

I didn't see any effigies this evening, but I went to the Blackheath fireworks with my upstairs neighbors and it was super fun. Also great because we can walk from our house and didn't have to deal with the insanity of parking or even the public transportation. There were TONS of people!







Incidentally, I'm not sure I'll ever get used to fireworks in November.

The new verb in my life

Is SKYPE. "Can you Skype?" "Do you Skype?" "Let's Skype".

Skype has made my move a lot easier, for me at least. Usually weekly I can talk to my family and I've even been able to talk to my grandparents. It's amazing .. and free! (If anybody wants me to be on a Skype commercial, I'd be happy to.)

With songs I have sung for a thousand years

Deedee and I went to see stage adaption of The Sound of Music tonite - soooo fun. The movie version I think I could watch scene for scene in my head, I've seen it so many times, so it was really enjoyable (if jarring) to see done a little differently.

Jason and I saw Spamalot a few weeks back and in a couple weeks, my work girls and I are going to Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. So I'm doing pretty well, I think!

I sang Sound of Music songs the whole way home, so I'm thinking I probably got them stuck in people's heads who could hear me, and probably by tomorrow, all of London will be singing Climb Every Mountain all day long.

Juice

Saw this in Central London the other day!

Blackheath Village

I've been going to Greenwich Market every Sunday, and a couple weeks ago started going to Blackheath Village immediately thereafter. It's a quick bus trip from Greenwich and then just a short walk down a hill to get back to my house from Blackheath.

It's a lovely little quaint area and feels particularly fall-ish. I could sit on this street and watch the passers-by for hours.

This church is situated on the large heath (as they like to call big patches of land) in Blackheath and I can see the steeple from my house.

Oh boy, what a wonderful city!

I'm loving the chance to familiarize myself with London. There's lots to explore but it took me awhile to get settled in the first place, so I'm still working on getting my major bearings, as far as where things are in relation to each other, how to get from one place to another, what's in walking distance, etc.


I spent some time on Saturday near the amazing St. Paul's Cathedral and walking down Fleet Street. A few days earlier my friend Seana had taken me to "Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese", a pub REBUILT in 1667. It's right out of Charles Dickes, just like almost everything in London.
















This is St. Bride's Church, also on Fleet Street. "Legend has it" that wedding cakes are tiered to look like the steeple. I'm doubtful.