February 13, 2004
After our long night's sleep we decided
to head up to Greenwich to check out the Prime Meridian and some painted
something or other the Tess was keen to see.
(above) Jen and I right outside the Westminster tube
station, posing with Big Ben. Along with a million other tourists.
(Above) ... as you can see, it's right where we caught
the boat. Though the train is faster and cheaper none of us had been
out on the Thames and decided to pony up the 5 pounds and hour and a
half it would take.
(Above) Though the weather wasn't great the view
from the boat was amazing. Passed by the Globe Theater, Tate Modern,
and the Tower of London and since we were on the river we could see
Traitor's Gate the way that Traitors did. Except for that whole fear
of death part. Above in the top shot is Tess and Jen with the Tower,
and then below Tess and me.
(Above) in Greenwich, walking around the Royal Naval
Academy buildings. There were two towers across the walk from eachother.
While the other one had a standard clock, this one had a weathervane.
(Above) Though the setting is refined it doesn't
mean people don't leave their gum on the ground. Here Jen manages to
find the perfect way to get it off.
(Above) The Painted Ceiling that Tess wanted to see
is closed for the day. Here she poses resignedly with the sad sad sign.
(Above) A view down one of the paths into a courtyard.
(Above) Me, from behind. Jen and Tess complained
that I got a bunch of pictures of their butts so to stop their complaining
I made them take one of mine. Maybe you had to be there.
(Above) Tess and me as good DGs, posing with anchors
(above) and Tess gamely pretending to steal a trident.
(Above) The three of us taking a break on one of
(Above) And another anchor shot - we just couldn't
help ourselves. There were about five anchors there but we picked the
most haggard looking one in honor of the sorority's skankier nicknames.
(Above) Tess and me up the hill at the Royal Observatory.
Definitive time and length measurements for all to see.
(Above) Me, straddling the prime meridian. Actually
(Above) and on the way out of town we stop to laugh
at a sign.
We took the train and
tube back to our hotel, got ready and headed out to Covent Garden to
meet Jen's friend Louise for dinner. Dinner
was good, drinks were even better.
(Above) Me, laughing with Jen after a few margaritas.
(Above) At a pub later that evening with Tess, empty
pint glasses strewn about.
After a couple of bars we decided to
head back. Then as we passed a McDonalds we decided maybe a snack was
in order. Jen and I picked up fries, Tess some fresh apple pies.
(Above) Asked Tess to take a picture of Jen and I
and this is what we got. She's not even a guy and she snapped our breasts.
(Above) Tess taking a bite of pie...
(above) ... before the hot filling burns her, she
spits it out on the floor and declares the pie is "fucking napalm".
Note the pie on the floor.
(Above) We all start and keep laughing. For the rest
of the trip anything really cool is simply "fucking napalm"
(above) And then troop back to the hotel. The front
desk closes at 10:30 so they have a gate that protects that at night.
(above) And made even creepier by the "I Love
You Mom" poster in the hall. There was also a Serenity Prayer one,
but this one just impressed me more...