The 3 B's and Ed

Sorry to all my fans out there….

I know, I know! I have not written in days. What did you do without Anne’s blog!?

*Side Note ½ - I know its Anne and Burr’s blog – but he has yet to write anything so I’m going to change the name to “Life in the eyes of Anne or Ian….”

Well I promise to write enough today to make up for it. But, seriously we have no internet in our house (This coming Friday its getting set up) And it was holiday** on Friday and Monday so what is a girl to do?!

**Holiday = Vacation days here in the UK. I was not going to argue – holiday it is! No work for me.

I’ll focus telling you about my weekend for this one.

So Burr’s frat bro’s were in town. And I had just enough drinks both Friday and Saturday to get there 2 VERY SOUTHERN names completely mixed up. Its BRADLAUGH and BRADFORD. To parents out there, What is wrong with BRAD?! So, I called BRADFORD - BRADLEY for a good 2 hours until he corrected me finally (Sorry BRADFORD!) And Bradlaugh I think I just kept saying ~”Hey you” – (again apologies). I should be able to remember this seeing as my husband’s name is Burr, but I just get used to people calling him “Burt” constantly it does not even bother me anymore. I think my dear old M imi back home in KC still calls him Burt and we have been dating for 4+years and married for 1.5+ years. I mean, if you are 90+years old I am not about to correct her. She can call him what she wants. But, me getting their names confused after the Ian incidents! I should know better. I am going to vow to memorize their names – come back boys I promise I won’t butcher them next time (I hope). Ed, no worries I never got your name wrong (whew 2 for 2 - and yes Burr counts)

Anyway, there were in town and we did dinner and drinks both Friday and Saturday nights. One of my favourite quotes was from Ed, who said to a lady “Excuse my friends, they’re American” – hahahaha. And what is wrong with being American? It was hilarious. The 2 Brad’s just looked at him and stared.

Mags and Rieke – We almost got caught in another “Sure, I’ll have bottle service” moment. Where we walked into a club and the bouncer asked me “ Do you have a table?”, of course my answer was “Yes, now let me in and the 4 gentlemen behind me too” – like I owned the place and they did

*Side Note 1 – I wish this actually happened everywhere in life, like the tubes – I would just say “Now move, I don’t want to wait in this line (aka queue) *

*Side Note 2 – Here standing in line is called “ Standing in a que” - yes like the letter “Q” – I do not understand the difference but if I say “line” people just look at me and stare, and NOT in a good way – so I will change for them and say “Q” but I’m not paying a TV license (See previous blog)

We sat down in the VIP section and then noticed….oh we actually have to buy a bottle of £300 vodka to stay here, maybe we should leave. So we did and found another fabulous bar with a band playing old school MJ (Shout out Kacie Doll, totally dancing by myself wishing you were there!)

I should probably note that after the “bottle service” club the three B’s (Burr, Bradlaugh, and Bradford) – ha – I got it RIGHT! All went back to our flat while Ed and I went in search of alcohol to bring back to the flat. ( I must be a good hostess they need more drinks stat!) I was convinced I could just walk into a bar say “ I want a bottle of wine” and then walk back to our flat bottle in hand. *

*Side Note 3 – I really think this is acceptable in London*

So Ed is walking with me, probably thinking I’m crazy after the “Yes, NOW let me in” moment he just encountered at the club and we stumble upon music….I hear the music, I believe its “Brown Eyed Girl”

*Side Note 4 – For those of you who are not CFAB then this story is new to you, at summer camp when Burr and I met - we had a night off and we were at a bar and dancing to this song….Burr was singing and pointing at me and all the sudden - I closed my eyes and demanded he tell me what color my eyes were right now, his response was “Of course, BROWN” – oh fabulous, This one is perceptive, this is really going to last* (PS – my eyes are green/hazel) – haha

So anyway, we hear that song and I follow the music so-to-speak. I go inside this building down the stairs and through the door. VIOLA! A fun club! I immediately go to the bar and order a drink and start to make friends, Ed follows suit and we call the 3 B’s and tell them the booze are not coming to them, just follow the music. (OK, not really we told them the name of the bar – but it made the story sound better- ha!)

That mainly capped off our weekend with the frat guys. It was fun, come back soon!