I'm finding ways of getting excited for London, one of which was to look up our swanky hotel; another was to find a bitchin' London subway map (a cousin of this fantastic NYC subway map) which seems to indicate that we are on the best tube line in the whole friggin' city; all the places we want to hit are on our line. (The Piccadilly line, for those in the know.)
My Kinks CDs just arrived, as did a DS game for the plane. Woo-hoo!
It's startlingly warm out today, but also overcast and rainy, so nobody wins. Kath is out tonight and I'm debating whether or not to imbibe at a local bar. My GI situation has been brutal over the last week; most likely it's nerves about the trip, but still. Alcohol soothes nerves, but fucks up my system the following day.
Speaking of alcohol, did I mention that Kath is now into single-malt scotch? This is a fantastic development. Not only that, but she happened to find a bottle of Glenlivet in our liquor cabinet that I'd totally forgotten about; I'd been meaning to buy a bottle, and now I don't have to.