Difference

Oh wow, this is not my best photo.

Last year, when I first visited London, Polly introduced me to a bunch of supremely awesome people. Yvette, the fabulous so and so who took this shot, made me realise just how bad I can look even when I am actually really excited about being photographed leaning against the Keane signed guitar after a particularly overenthusiastic night in what I called the French quarter (but everyone else called a regular bar).

In other news, my visa has been approved, and it actually elicited a super loud ‘woot’ from me at work. Which means I’ll be in London on Sunday, and back at various musical statues by Monday afternoon. Who knows? My desire to look both absolutely terrible and terribly hungover is far from undocumented, clearly.