enJOY it by Elise Blaha Cripe

"and i can say i got them in london!"

Yay for beautiful weather!

Yay for tube off-peak hours!

Yay for good maps!

Double yay for two pairs of new adorable shoes!

We are sitting in an internet cafe in Oxford Circus. Today is about shopping. As I feel most days will be. We went to Harrods and Harvey Nichols. I decided most definitely to move into Harvey Nichols when I grow up. And we had lunch at a little cafe-ish place called EAT.

Lovely.

"excuse me, can you tell me how to get to london guards hotel?"

Oh yeah, London, Baby.

We made it.

We did not sleep on the flight. Because that would have been way to simple. And then we took the Underground. And got off at Green Park. And had lunch at Henry's. And then we walked to Lancaster Gate. And it was raining. And oh, yeah, we had really big backpacks on.

We are tired. But not hungry. And wielding umbrellas.

Obviously, we are unstoppable.

Cheers!

i am going to pack an umbrella.

Thank you for the encouragement to bring a little bit warmer clothing. And an umbrella. I am shoving it all in there. But also praying for beautiful weather.

It is so awesome to have friends from different countries, I wish I could visit with all of you.

Next post from a foreign land, I promise.

so, it is raining in london.

Which is great. Because in this already packed bag, I have 7 dresses, 6 shorts, 2 skirts, 16 shirts, 1 pair of capris and two jeans. Plus 2 pairs of open toe pumps, 1 pair of flips and those backless-look-athletic-but-are-nothing-of-the-sort-shoes.

None of it is waterproof. All of it is meant for 75 degree California weather.

But no. I am not repacking. I rolled all those clothes so tiny that if I even open that bag to let air in, everything will fall apart.

The most I will consent to is tying on another ribbon and attaching an umbrella. Maybe. I am not sure how I feel about the extra weight.

I feel like this trip is becoming more "Take on the Elements" and less "Take on Europe."

But whatever. Stunnas on. Looking forward to it.

the tale of how elise conquered the funk.

I am not talking about that 70s music funk. I mean the funk where you feel a little Blah. And not in the Blaha way, but the blaaaaaaaaaah way. Like the "I've got the blues" way. You know, the funk.

Because yesterday I was in it. Like deep in it. Like put my head down on the kitchen island and cry to Mom way. Like refuse a trip to Michaels way. I know. Deep in it, folks.

But then.

I went to bed early. And woke up late-ish. And went to visit Dr. Crookshank who is taking over for Dr. Mullen on the Great American Make Elise's Teeth Permanent Project. (Which is a whole nother post, for all you newbies to blogland. Perhaps tomorrow?) And Dr. Crookshank is just as confident and reassuring and able to put up with my jokes as Dr. Mullen was. So that is good.

And then I watched at least nine episodes of The Office. And, let us be honest, there is nothing as funny as Michael burning is foot in a George Foreman grill. Or Dwight getting a concussion. And then, when I decided to savor the last few episodes of my new favorite show, I watched Will Ferrell take on Pearl in what is for sure the best straight to web movie ever made and I am convinced with the correct marketing campaign could beat out Spiderman 3 for Largest Weekend Take Ever.

And then, as if my day was not exciting enough, I went to Katy's graduation party. And between the good people, the good food and the good Corona Lights, everything seemed right again.

And that is the story of how I narrowly escaped day two of tears and missed trips to craft meccas.