It was a great atmosphere, lots of Brit-American mingling and country singing. I met this one guy there [forgive me, I forget his name...] BUT he rowed a boat from Miami to NYC for charity and GUESS WHO housed him in Savannah, Georgia???
PAULA DEEN SAY WHA?!
He had no idea who she was- but the food was nice, haha. Oh my goodness... can you imagine having your dinner cooked by Paula in her own house? Oh my arteries are envious.
As per usual I'm shit for taking pictures... we got one. And a blurry one at that :/
Thank you for the invite, Emily! It was such a nice reminder of home.
Afterwards Kelsey and I headed to the Captain Cook for Stephen's birthday celebrating. My leggings got a lot of attention on the Tube. All jealous attention, of course...
The birthday boy playing a love song to Toonie.
We ended our night with kebabs and WATER [thank you, Kelsey!] and slept in late Sunday... well, late for my current weekly schedule. Kelsey was nice enough to take me to find the brunch my traumatized tummy was hankering for in Brixton Market. This place- amazing! Full of shops and little tiny restaurants and lots and lots of people watching. I had a hearty breakfast of french toast with POWDERED SUGAR AND MAPLE SYRUP- a rarity here, I assure you. Mmmm- my stomach is still happy about it.
I just find everything here to be adorable. LOOK at that tea set- the 7 year old in me was quite green with envy.
Spicy hot chocolate- delicious.
Mmmmm.
You were a wonderful host, Miss Eichhorn. Thank you kindly!!
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