I didn’t watch the game. Mainly because that meant with the time difference, being at a bar late on a Sunday evening/early Monday morning. Also, partly because I wasn’t really interested in either teams playing. I had planned to watch the commercials online, but now I can’t be bothered. Strange how things that use to be rituals in the US aren’t so important to me anymore.
I have my drivers license, but I hardly ever drive. Mainly because I don’t have a car, but also partly because I’m really not that interested in driving. Yup — despite the aggrevation at times, I’d rather just take public transportation. Perhaps that’s the city girl in me. But every time I watch TopGear on BBC, I want to run out and buy a car. I think a lot of the attraction has to do with one of the main presenters, Jeremy Clarkson. He is super hot! Ok, I know, he’s a bit old, slightly cubby, and also somewhat pompous, but there is something very attractive about him. More importantly he makes driving seem really cool.
Tiffany & Co
I spent Thursday night working a charity event at the Tiffany store on Sloane Street organized by the Junior League of London. I also had time to browse around and was so tempted to purchase my first piece of Tiffany jewelry — but I resisted the urge. Thinking I’ll leave that honor to my Prince who will hopefully show up sooner rather than later.
I am kicking myself for not going to the Winter Olympics. I know it was the sensible thing to do financially, but Turin is so close to London. Damn all the price gouging (really on the part of hotels) that kept me away.
Naval Academy Guy
I don’t often remember my dreams, but I always seem to remember the ones involving my ex-boyfriend from college, Naval Academy Guy. I had such a dream last night. Like most of the dreams, it involved me being around his family, us getting engaged and later married. I suppose this has something to do with the fact I consider him to be the one that really did get away. Goodness! Whatever the reason, I wish this reoccurring dream to stop. It is emotionally exhausting to keep looking back and I’d really prefer not to do that.
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February 13, 2006 at 3:22 am
I have a friend that sells Tiffany jewelry in NYC. She’s been there 5 years and I’ve yet to use her discount. When I went to the one here with a girlfriend, we were met with racism. I haven’t been in a Tiffany since.