I lost count of how many dead brides I saw. I found this the most disturbing. Halloween is definitely celebrated and the American trick or treat tradition is growing in popularity here.
This year, unfazed by Britain's take on the holiday, Brian and I were party animals. I dressed as a cat, and he wore this awesome elephant onsie. Brit told me I would have been better off as a "dead kitty," and I wanted to slap him. That should not be an acceptable thing! I did, in fact, sadly, see a "dead kitty" on the Tube. Somethings I will never understand.
On October 31, I was roaming around the streets of our neighborhood attempting to distinguish between who was dressed up and who was not. We live in a very hipster-y neighborhood. There are about 20 Vintage clothing stores within a few blocks of our apartment, and their customers are quite characters. The collection of clothing you may see on any one individual in the same motley outfit is actually remarkable. I haven't kept a precise count, but I know I cycle through the entire rainbow in hair colors every day or two. Sometimes, multiple colors on the same person! Green and blue, or purple and black. So you can understand how I wasn't sure as I walked past the other pedestrians, are you dressed up, or are you not? The streets around here haven't changed too much. I like that. I like I live somewhere that everyone gets to dress as they please and tell a story with their appearance and just rock it. So, I often walk Grey in my Alabama sweat pants and my hair in a rat's nest on the top of my head, and it's fine. Because its Shoreditch, and all things are "cool." Shh, don't tell me otherwise...
We went to a party with Pepperdine students doing the program that I did in 2013. It's very weird to think about the mountain of changes that have happened since I was a Second year law student. I didn't realize how much OLDER I've gotten since then until I was standing there. We felt two beers behind all night and a bit like uninvited chaperones that didn't belong at a college party, buuuuut we had a great time and had a good, long laugh when we processed the whole thing the next morning.
Guy Fawke's Day was November 5th. Fireworks were randomly going off throughout the week. On Saturday, I went with friends to this giant fireworks show in Victoria Park. I felt very oddly like all the sudden it was 4th of July and I was at home. It's amazing how many celebrations translate across cultures. Somethings are just undeniably amazing. There is something about that little explosion of light and color in the sky that makes everyone's face mirror its glow. No matter who you are, it's likely that fireworks in the sky will make you gasp in awe and bring a smile to your face. Something about sharing that with other people is a cool feeling. Instant. Happiness.
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