King Harvest Has Surely Come

Daylight savings time all of sudden descended upon us. I didn't expect that it was happening so soon. They sort of switched it around back in the States so all the Trick-or-Treaters wouldn't be roaming through the dark. Didn't know what the deal was here either. So now we can come ever closer to 3:30PM sunsets! Fun!

Edit: Actually, according to my desk calendar which has all these weird terms and archaic words in English says that today is the End of Summer Time in the UK. In the US daylight savings time ends November 4th, so now I am only 4 hours ahead of the states. At least for the next week.

Walked Hyde Park yesterday and went to Paddington Station. Hyde Park was nice, we got to see the Prince Albert monument and Royal Albert Hall. (In case you didn't know Victoria really had the hots for this guy). The foliage was a bit disappointing: I was hoping it would be more colourful. Perhaps the best is yet to come or maybe the foliage is never good over here. Since Fall into biting-cold Winter is my favorite season, I miss how in the States it really hit you and took hold of you. In fact, I really missed it at Georgetown because in New Jersey, since it was farther north, you would actually have it happen sooner and colder. Yeah so Fall and foliage in New Jersey: I've been missing it for 3 years so far.

At Marble Arch, we met a Georgetown friend who had come down Oxford for a 2 day stint in London. Yesterday we ate at a Lebanese restaurant on Edgeware Road. Unfortunately it was a little underwhelming (maybe the real Middle Eastern hub is right off the road?) Tonight we go again to the glorious living textbook example of perfectly competitive markets--Brick Lane.

Addendum: that same night, we decided to meet some people at a bar, fatefully named G-A-Y. So of course it turns out to be a gay bar (no! really?) So we walk in, no cover fee. So as I walk in about 4 different guys eye me. OK, this is a new experience. Then I am walking along with my friends and I feel a tugging at the sleeve of my jacket and I look and some guy smiles and winks at me. God only knows what my face looked like at that moment. So we continue wading through the throng of people and stop. We start talking and then all of a sudden, I feel someone's hand going through the hair on the back of my head and their fingers combing through my hair. Sure enough, I turn around and a guy with a red cap on is eying me and I think even beckoning me over with his hand. A really bizarre experience but a pretty funny one at that. I think they stopped because the crowd of guys figured out I didn't swing that way; besides we left after a few minutes to look for a pub. In spite of what happened, I did like the ambiance of the place and maybe I will return there another time. A friend said in retrospect I should have hit those guys up for drinks: damn, I missed out on free drinks. Maybe I will bring some friends over there and not tell them what it is mwahaha. Anyway, for the record, I'm not gay (not that that should make a difference?)