Recovery Sunday, May 28th

It's pretty tough waking up at the crack of 5:00pm, unless your name is Dan Agar. Buddy, we all commend you for a valient and successful endeavor which ended no more than 12 hours ago.

While Dan slept off his birthday bash, Julian, Matt, our friend Marisa and I took a trip to Hyde Park - where we were forced to sit on the ground (and not in chairs) because we are American and did not feel like spending 3 pounds an hour. We spent the first genuinely sunny day sitting by the pond and reading/writing. We met some interesting swans that, bless their tiny bird hearts, would not stop staring at me.

Thanks to two kids with an RC motorized boat, I had my revenge on said Swans. Thanks dudes.

Later, Dan, Julian, Matt, Mike and I set out for McDonald's and X-Men 3, a traditional American Sunday evening. Now, I know what you're all saying, "Nick.. eating McDonald's? Did they go to London or some really messed up alternate universe and start hanging out with awesome people like Jack Bauer and Patrick Swayze?" It's true.. During the wee hours of the morning, post Dan-Agar-Extravaganza, I promised Julian I would go with him to McDonald's on Sunday evening. Actually the pact went more like this: (5:20am) "Oh my God. Oh my God I am so hungry. Dude. Julian, wake up. Dan. Let's stay up and go to McDonald's - it will be open in like 2 minutes ago, I swear. Please. I need to eat... Yea, ok, I'll go tomorrow.. I'll stay up and wait. Oh my God I can't wait.. Dan let's go to the girls' kitchen."

Anyway, my dawn ramblings must have invoked some mysterious British wizardry because the cosmos seemingly aligned as the McDonald's server accidentally gave me 3 double cheeseburgers... HELL YEA! I should have read the signs earlier on, upon stepping foot in the eatery. After entering, I detoured from my beeline to the counter, bewitched by the sight and sounds of a grand piano fit with a tuxedo clad pianist, who played awesome popular movie theme songs (such as The Godfather, James Bond, etc..).

X-Men 3 cost about 20 American Dollars (and wasn't playing for about 2 American hours), so we decided to come back to The Crofton, where I began an extremely tedious process of logging the events of the past week.. Cheers, thanks for reading :)