London Life Revisited

Forgive such a long time from post to post.

Life simply gets in the way, as it has since I last left London, my love, my life, my place of renewal. Paris was well Parisian and New York has been a blissful reunion especially this weekend in Southampton for July 4^th.

But it was so so great to be back in London. Looking back it was such a blur. Lets see if I can remember without notes.

Sunday- Arrive from Dublin to Anna’s house where she is having a photo shoot for her Prism Glasses

Monday- A tour of my favorite London spots- a beard trim at Taylor’s of Old Bond Street, a tour of the Wallace Collection, a walk up Marylebone High Street, drinks at Clarities, dinner at the Wolseley with Anna and Adam.

Tuesday- oh dear… I can’t remember.

What I remember most are friends. Drinks with Leela and a tour of Grace Kelly's exhibit at the V&A, Dinner with Charlotte and Perry, a day at the cemetery with Colin and dinner, drinks and gay bars with Angela and Colin, more drinks with Ashleigh and Billy (who got engaged whilst I was there!), a very boozy lunch at The Travelers club with Colin, Sarah Aaronson (in from LA!), Ian and another Ian, Christies with Lars and Marius, The Lanesborough with Kelley and Ruthy, running about Westbourne Grove with Rebecca and Horsemeat Disco with Gary.

Every moment was pure joy, every night filled with ale and every friend, so great to see.

As I told Fay and Lucy when I returned to New York, its wonderful to spend time with such close friends who are so far away because we download so much personal stuff much more rapidly than we do when seeing friends every other day. I had so much more time to think about life, where I’m going, what I’m doing and to hear how my friends lives are changing and forming. The quote I will remember most is when I asked Rebecca how she is enjoying living in London again after years of the social scene in New York. She looked at me with a caring smile and said, “You know I am really enjoying being unfabulous.” I love that. More dinner’s at home instead of dinners at THE spot. More nights at the local pub than at THE coolest bar. It sounded so refreshing, and so appealing.

God I’m getting old.

And once again I debated with selling it all, taking the QM2 to Portsmouth and starting fresh in my favorite city. But then I got my bill and then I checked the weather, and then I saw the rents.

Maybe one day, but not today.

This is why I have so many friends in Blighty. A reason to return.