The movies was actually really good. Sexified Star Trek. We're Trekkies now... well, maybe not really, and the current obsession probably just has to do with how hot Chris Pine, who played Captain Kirk, is.
The next day, Friday, was my last day of work... or last day at work, as I didn't really do anything. I came in, wrote a review of Star Trek, and uploaded images of girls dressed as Princess Leia until 12:45, when my boss took me out for lunch. From there, we went to a pub called The Cock, stayed there until about 5:30, then went back to the office for a half hour. It was pretty empty because it was Friday and everyone had left early, so we went from there back out to two more pubs (the local O'Neil's and Shakespeare's Head on Carnaby).
My boss told me this really funny story about something that happened at FHM a few years ago. It was before 9/11, and there was a picture printed in the magazine with a caption that had a joke about Islam. Everyone in the office received death threats. At magazines, companies send you stuff a lot -- free samples, etc. -- because they want you to write about them. Somebody got a joke bomb from some company (like fake poop or fake vomit; this was like a silly over-the-top bomb with a timer on it or something) and they thought it would be funny to repackage it and put it on the Editor's desk. Eventually, the Editor comes in and they're all sneaking peeks and watching out of the corners of their eyes to see his reaction. Finally, he starts going through his mail and opens the package. His face goes white. He looks up quickly at the room and then back at the package, stands up, clutches it to his chest, and runs out. Like the hero who's saving everyone from a bomb. I guess a bunch of people ran out after him to tell him it was a joke, and he took it pretty well. Then, he goes to show the fake bomb to the Publisher. He wasn't in his office, and the editor, not thinking (I guess), left it on his desk. A little while later, the Publisher comes back. He comes out of his office and tells everyone to get out of the building because there's a bomb. Everyone laughs and tells him it's a joke -- but the guy had already called the police and the Bomb Squad, who evacuated a whole stretch of Oxford Street (a really busy shopping street, where I work). Hahaha.
By the way, Savile Row is also pretty close to where I work ("Who cares what they're weeeearrrring, on Main Street or Savile Roooooow...") so I took a picture one day on my way home, and also stopped at Liberty, a high-end department store in this cute old building that hasn't been changed since, like, Victorian times.
By the time I went back to the Crofton at 7:30-8ish, I was pretty tipsy (and my boss gave me a bottle of wine, so I had that to look forward to). This was only kind of tough because we were going out later, and I was getting tired. My friend and I went to Ministry of Sound, this pretty cool club (that's kind of hipster-punk, unfortunately) that's pretty famous, because there was a Star Trek promo event happening and her boss asked her to check it out. We ended up getting double VIP bracelets (one at the door for being on the Paramount Pictures guest list and another from somebody in the VIP room), but we left pretty early because half the fun was supposed to be the "green girls" that were going to be there (it's a Star Trek thing, apparently), but they hadn't come by 1am, so we left.
On Saturday, Alice and I woke up early and went to Portobello Road, where there's a really famous market on Saturdays. They have lots of touristy crap and antiques and it's really really busy on Saturdays, so we had to get there around 10ish. I bought all the touristy knick-knacks that I was waiting to buy until the end, but I couldn't find the bag I wanted. There's this one design, on a canvas bag or t-shirt, that's like I (heart) NY, but it's London, and instead of a heart there's an Eiffel Tower. Hehe. They did have a lot of Obama t-shirts, though, which I've seen at all of those tourist stores in London. I don't know why. Strange.
Portabello Road is in Notting Hill, a really cute area with lots of pretty streets. This particular one was our favorite:
When we got to the end of the street, we took the Tube to Piccadilly Circus and walked to Fortnum & Mason. I'm so glad I went back and actually went in this time, because it was A. Dor. A. Ble.
The ground floor has all of this really expensive, cute tea and stuff for making tea. There's also a chocolate counter and a super-cute candy counter, that reminded me a lot of the old-fashioned candy stores... except that everything cost well over a penny.
The floor was carpeted and it was just so cute, but everything was very expensive. Besides the two floors with food, I went to the "gift" area on the third floor, where they had Swarovski-encrusted calculators, scissors, and staplers. By the way, I want them. So if you're looking to buy me a gift... the scissors are only, like, $100 or so.On one floor they also had an old-school looking ice cream parlor. We decided to get tea and scones (the best ones I've had here; they were so hot and yummy) because it's our last week in England and we really want to exhaust all the British things available to us.
And now I'm back to being depressed. Don't make me leave...
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