Wait... Not Back to London...

Turns out that I'm not going back to London as quickly as planned. I found out that I'll be working on a project out of the NYC office. Which means, that I go from Philly to NYC and I'll be working out of that office until the 10th of August.

In classic good news/bad news fashion, I'll be busy, but on a different project than expected and I'll be in New York for two weeks. At least it'll be on someone else's dime and I got to show that I'm a team player.

Settled into Philly

I got to Philly and I'm settled into my hotel. There's a lovely view of the city, which is even more spectacular right now while I can look out across the city as the sky is lit up with lightning.

Today was one of my synchronicity days. I had a hankering for Mexican and walked past El Azteca II Mexican Restaurant. It was really good. Then I happened to walk past a theater that was playing "Sicko". Even better, it happened to be starting, as I walked by. I popped into the theater and enjoyed it immensely. It was really a good, painful, horrible film.

And the coolest thing is that my room is on an actual 13th floor. I love when they do that.

Back to the States

My third trip back to the States in as many months. And unfortunately, pretty much the last of my vacation time for the year. Going to Philly for a wedding on Saturday and a few days with friends — assuming, of course, that I don't get bumped. (That happened on my last flight to the States and gunshy of it happening again.

Sure, they compensated me well for my time, but that doesn't mean that I want to go through several hours of sitting on my tucus at the airport. I'd be much happier at the hotel in Philly napping in my room or lounging poolside.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Okay, what the living hell have I been doing? All the mania. All the stressing out. For a book. I was very happy that I gave in to the hype but not crazily so.

I went to bed last night at a reasonable time. I headed into the city centre this morning to pick up the book and have some breakfast. Happily, a store that I like was in the grips of Potter induced craziness and had the doors opened at 7:30am, so I was able to buy the book earlier than expected. Unfortunately, though the owners were hoping for legions of fans, the store was empty other than two twenty-something clerks chatting to each other at almost 9, when I showed up. I picked up the book, headed over to a cafe for a nice little breakfast. And then headed home to curl up with a book and listen to the radio.

All in all, it's been a nice day. And look, no spoilers to ruin anything for anyone.

The Word for the Day — Resistant

*Mutter* *Mutter*

This has happened before. And I always find it out to my detriment when the sky opens and the heaven dump a boat load of water on my soggy butt.

The pullover is attractive and made out of hemp and PET (recycled plastic), I was told it was water resistant. I must have heard proof, thinking of the plastic. It was really coming down today when I ran out to get lunch. Once I felt the water running down my back, I knew I have chosen unwisely as they say for today.

Hope everyone else is dry and well.

New Camera and New Flat Tour

I'm back from my holiday in the States. Saw family, friends and there was child tormenting enjoyed by all.

First off, I got a new camera, a Canon Powershot SD850 IS and it's fantastic.

And because people have asked to see the new flat, here are some pictures:

Walking inside, you see the closet and the hidden water heater, respectively.
The hallway and a fleeting glimpse of my elusive flatmate.
Look! A bathroom. Imagine that. Hot water and a single shelf.
My spacious room - scattered and filled with crap during my flurry of post-trip unpacking.
Our kitchen with our washer and oven dominant. There's also a dishwasher.
Our living room with TV, couches, coffee table and another glimpse of the elusive flatmate as he reads on the couch.
The dining nook, flatmate's desk and the elusive flatmate.
And lastly, me at the new office in my new desk. It's not a cubicle, because there's not enough psuedo walls to be a cubicle.