Blue Monday Part 2.
After the horrible day I'd had, I didn't want to do anything. Nothing, Nadda.
Turns out that the people that put on the Sherlock Holmes dinner theater called us and asked if we could reschedule our dinner. I guess there wasn't enough people for a show that particular day.Turns out we were able to still go to a show later in our trip. Yay.
I get back to the Hotel, the famous Bloomsbury Holiday Inn - just in case you forgot, and told my mom about the cancelled class. She was not amused. I then handed her the disgusting headshot, which she accepted with a staunch smile. | |||
| Not my mom, but this was her look when getting the headshot. |
I flung myself upon the bed, not wanting to do anything. Mom let me rest for all of 7 minutes.
By this time, it was around 4:00 pm. 4:00 pm in England is pretty much sunset. Which is fine. "Come on, let's go get dinner."
Dinner. Because after looking a giant Killer Tomato, that's what I want to do. Eat. Blah. "Let's go to the Dog Head pub." Which is what I was calling Friend at Hand pub. It's got a dog face on it.
"Uh-uh, no. Let's go to the Italian place next to the Indian place."
Sigh. I don't know why I even try. "Okay, whatever."
So, I pick up my sorry ass from the bed, put my scarf on and haul myself and momster down the lift and out the door.
A few blocks later, we go into Il Fornello across from Russell Sqaure.
Here is our dinner. I had soup with stuffed mushrooms. Mom had some type of pasta. And wine. Wine was had.
And if you're interested, here's the menu:
And we shared a dessert.
Following our delicious dinner, we walked back to the hotel stopping only to purchase souvenirs at the souvenir shop that is right in that area. We got back to the hotel, but couldn't get up the lift. WTF??? My key wasn't working. Dammit!
I went to the hotel reception desk, presented my hotel key and explained that it wasn't working in the lift. Evidently the HI gets rocking so much at night that they had to have extra security. Sure. I believe that.
Whatever the case, my key had become de-magnatized since I kept it in the pocket of my spy jacket. So, with great annoyance to the hotel staff, I got a new one.
We got back into the room. I showered and crawled into bed to metaphorically curl into a fetal position and suck my thumb. Maybe not so metaphorically.
Thus endeth Blue Monday.
