London calling

Unless I can tear myself away from hot British boys long enough to find an Internet cafe and update, y'all won't be hearing from me for the next week. However, there might be a guest blogger or two, so by all means check back.

Had a lovely weekend. Went to the Cowgirl Hall of Fame with the girls from work Friday and drank entirely too much. Saturday I was in recovery, and rather than attend the Black Hearts Party, I decided to stay in my pajamas all day, watch movies and do nothing. It was everything I thought it would be and more. Made baked ziti with spicy sausage for the girls Sunday night and watched Sex and the City (Yay Big!) and Iron Jawed Angels, which was both amazing and inspiring.

Today I went to my first hockey game. I'm all about rooting for home team, but boy do the Rangers suck. I haven't yet learned all of the chants and when they should be chanted. It was all very Rocky Horror Picture Show.

So tomorrow I'm leaving on a jet plane. I've been instructed by Yael, who cannot join us, to kiss as many cute boys as I can get my hands on, and ditto by Jake, who also requested that I buy lots of hats. I'm beyond psyched.