The endless work, pubs, pints, runs, guns, and tons of fun turn me into a kid in a candy store. To save you from complete boredom, I won't make a list of everything I've been up to but hope this is a representative list.I got back from San Francisco on Thursday this week and went straight into work. Work is good, but definitely starting to pile up. For those of you who don't know, my job in the UK is to help design the electronic documentation process for London's doctors. That being said, work is just a means to live your life, right? As soon as the clock strikes five or six or whenever you get out, half the living world is at the pub, having a pint to erase the day. It took me a couple nights before I discovered the pints here have a lot more alcohol than the ones in Kansas City. Lesson learned.
So I get done with work on Friday about 6:30, then I went out for a quick run. By 8:00, I was on my way to dinner with some friends before finishing the night at a party. I think it was 3:30 before I got home. Highlights of the evening included introducing the British to the ever infamous POLAR BEAR JOKE.
Derrik and I took the train Saturday to Oxford
to see what the famous university city had to offer. We spent the day walking around the city, touring castles and parks and markets and watching the Arsenal-Liverpool match. For whatever reason, I brought my football (soccer ball) with us. We were kicking the ball around on the grounds of a church when, all of a sudden, this dogs comes at me at a full sprint. As the owner later told me, his dog absolutely loves football. The dog and I fought over the ball for at least five minutes. In the end (and probably due to a few footballs to the face), I like to think I won the battle. Cheers!!!
