My 1st Song

After a botched and anxiety-fueled check-in last night at JFK, the flight over turned out to be fantastic.  My seatmates were in fact just seats so I took the rare-afforded opportunity to spread out and snore my head off.  Sorry, fellow BA 182 passengers.

Wake up and read plane letters.  Start crying on the plane because Phillip has written me the most beautiful letter imaginable.  Carly has given me an NYC snowglobe, which is obviously perfect, and that almost sets me off some more.  I have absolutely the best friends in the world and am so thankful and appreciative of everyone's utter kindness.

Customs was a breeze and the immigration officer only asked me two questions.  Bit of a mishap with the luggage trolley but then off to meet my driver!  Cinematic-worthy hilarity ensues when driver can't find the car and I secretly try and call Kristen to find out what the tipping rules are.

Driver is lovely and talkative and sends me on my way with a list of things to see and do.  Show up at main Dean St address looking like hell but Kristen meets me and escorts me up to the penthouse, but not before we are forced to traipse through the bullpen that is GC Films!  See Andy J and OF COURSE we run into JQ, to whom I sheepishly wave before disappearing into the Penthouse.

After a quick wash, the adrenaline has worn off and I am dead on my feet.  This doesn't stop me from accompanying Kristen back to the Lexington office where I am re-introduced to everyone and awkwardly hold base at Kristen's desk trying to be social.  Finally Keith and Rebecca come and Keith releases me back to Dean to have a nap.  :)

Wake up disoriented at 6PM and more tired than when I started.  Make absurdly strong coffee and am determined to be productive.  Go to plug in computer and discover that over 3/4 of the outlets in the flat don't work.  Am slightly worried that this might be my fault due to the v loud pop I heard when I tried to plug in my surge protector.  Decide non-working computer power supply must be the result of crappy adapter and resolve to go to Apple store on Regent street to buy a new one.

Memorize zee Google maps and head out into the snow only to head the wrong way on Dean St (you lie Google maps, you lie!) and get disoriented.  Quickly right matters and get to Apple store feeling proud and happy I was not run over by double decker bus.  Buy a world traveler adapter kit and get back to the flat.

Discover the circuit breaker just inside the door and am pleased to find one of the switches down.  Lo and behold, the rest of the flat works again and of course, I just bought a superfluous adapter.

I'm a bit wired and crazy if you can't tell!  Too much coffee!  Also too surreal- but I'm here, in London, in SoHo, with a crash pad all my own for the next month!!

Tomorrow will be apply for a NI number and get a SIM card.  Maybe down the line these posts will also be less verbose.  You would probably like that.

Toodles!

P.S.  For your viewing enjoyment, I am posting pictures of the penthouse.  There is also a patio, but I didn't get a daytime shot, so that'll come tomorrow.  If you all write and say you're booking flights over here now, I'd understand.  :P