Kait In London

It seems I’m rubbish at maintaining a blog, but I promise this weekend I’ll do a giant picture dump and recap things like going to India and living my life normal in London.

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It’s a time-honored tradition at Navy homecomings – one lucky sailor is chosen to be first off the ship for the long-awaited kiss with a loved one.
Today, for the first time, the happily reunited couple was gay.

The dock landing ship Oak Hill has been gone for nearly three months, training with military allies in Central America.

As the homecoming drew near, the crew and ship’s family readiness group sold $1 raffle tickets for the first kiss. Petty Officer 2nd Class Marissa Gaeta bought 50 - which is actually fewer than many people buy, she said, so she was surprised Monday to find out she’d won.

Her girlfriend of two years, Petty Officer 3rd Class Citlalic Snell, was waiting when she crossed the brow.

They kissed. The crowd cheered. And with that, another vestige of the policy that forced gays to serve in secrecy vanished.

By Corinne Reilly
The Virginian-Pilot
© December 21, 2011

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#riotfail

Listen guys, a moth just got into my room. It’s…it’s the biggest fucking moth I’ve ever seen. It’s got ARMS or something. WHY ARE THEY HAIRY?! Its just sitting on my ceiling waiting for me to fall asleep to bring me swift death.

I know it’s silly to fear moths like this. BUT I HEARD ITS WINGS FLAPPING LIKE A GODDAMN FALCON.

AHHHHH.

SO remember when I said nothing exciting ever happens? Well I certainly spoke too soon, because as it turns out Friday I witnessed one of the weirdest things. Ever.

After work, I went to the Sun with Matt and his fella Massimo. So we’re enjoying the “end of week/ thank god its a long weekend” pint outside, when up pulls a guy in a hatchback. He turns off the car, gets out, and we notice several things in quick succession.

1.) He is either crazy, or already drunk.

2.) He’s wearing a 3 piece suite.

3.) His elderly disabled mother ( there was a giant wheel chair in the back ) is sitting in the passenger seat dressed up as the queen of England. I’m not talking say something hat, tasteful lady suit, white gloved queen of England. I mean like  giant crown, fur lined red velvet robe queen of England.

4.) Along with the wheel chair, there are 2 GIANT stuffed animals. One is Donald Duck, the other is Eeyore

So the guy, gets out of the car, locks his door, and walks into the pub and gets himself a pint. Then he proceeds to stand outside the car, and drink it all while his mother is in the car. At first we thought that maybe he was waiting for someone? So I guess no big deal? I mean maybe she didn’t want to get out or something. Well after his finished his pint, he goes over to her door. Unlocks it—CRACKS THE WINDOW LIKE SHE’S A PET!— takes her crown off, and puts it on Donald duck. Then he locks her door, and walks off down the street.

Everyone outside the pub obviously reacted with a “..WTF?”. So as a group of us are discussing what we should do ( someone had gone to the window and asked if she was ok, but she didn’t really acknowledge him ) TWO FUCKING GYPSIES WALK AROUND THE CORNER. One is playing an accordion, and the other is play a tambourine. Now street performers aren’t exactly rare in London, but you have to understand they were dancing around the car that contained a women dressed up as the queen of England.

The gypsies finish their diddy and leave with the change they collected, and now everyone is looking at their watch and discussing calling the cops because it’s been almost an hour and the worlds greatest son hasn’t shown back up. So someone calls the cops. About 15 minutes later ( before the cops arrive) the douche bag comes back. So everyone outside the pub starts asking him where the fuck he’s been for the past hour, and his explanation is that he NEEDED TO GET A MESSAGE, and that he’s sorry about leaving his mother OUTSIDE OF A PUB. Then he gets in his shitty hatchback and takes off! Luckily people got his license plate #…but WHAT THE FUCK?!?

That was Friday…Saturday I went out with Patrick and his friends, got shlitzed, lost my iPhone and a pair of shoes ( left them in the cab?). So that’s awesome, and then today I opened the wash and someone left a pen in there or something because all of my clothes were covered in blue shit. So there goes $300 worth of clothing. An expensive weekend indeed.

Being over here I miss weird shit from home ( wheat thins obviously ), peeps around Easter…peeps any time really. A decent bagel..I’d seriously kill someone for bagel world or ERC. Right now. I’d do it. But one thing that is awesome is the weird candy over here. Today in the office snack zone there are these things called ” Tooty Frooties” and while that’s a lame name, it’s like skittles fucked a unicorn and birthed these bastard square things that are 700x better than normal skittles. They’re that good. So good I had to mention them.

So everyone is going to get a bag of those when I come home in July and you will fucking well like it.

That is all!

Listen  guys, I never said I would be GOOD at blogging. As it turns out I’m very bad at blogging. I appreciate this is frustrating, but the truth of the matter is I don’t DO a whole lot that’s exciting and blog worthy. But as Paula has threatened me, and commanded me to blog my life I will. So here’s a brief update, and I’ll also post a recap of the Amsterdam/ Girls Visit/ St Patrick’s day in London separately. OK?

So you have to understand that 90% of what I do consists of work-> going to the pub-> coming home. So there’s been lots of that! We’ve got a new local we go to after work, called the Sun. Incidentally our previous local pub was ALSO called the Sun and its located just down the street from the new Sun. But it was bought, and redecorated, and looks STUPID. So we don’t go there anymore. Also the new Sun has a better bar staff, and better beer. Win win. I’ve left my cellphone there twice! And they always take care of it for me. How nice of them.

Here’s an observation about British business men: They like to wear fanciful socks! I don’t quite ken why, but red, pink, orange, fanciful patterns, argyle, they’re all over that shit. On the train ride home I often see business men, in 3 piece fancy suits, with crazy socks. Good for them.

Also, apparently they love their 4 days weekends. There were 2 in April, and this weekend we have a bank holiday Monday. If it’s nice out at some point I’m going to get out of my house and do something outside, and if it’s bad out I’m going to try and go to a museum or something. MAYBE I’LL DO BOTH! I’m wild like that. I’ve been shite at actually getting out and doing stuff. I haven’t even been to the Globe or Tower Bridge yet. But that’s the weird thing about living in a place with touristy shit, you just never seem to do any of it. I mean I never went on a duck tour or the USS Constitution when I was in Boston. I mean basically anywhere you are you just work your job, have a drink, do some laundry and call it a day. Unless you go on vacation: I mean in the 6 days Alissa was here she did and saw more than I have in 6 months. I hear by promise to do more note worthy things and take pictures with the camera I bought and never use.

Uh what else- the Royal Wedding happened, which you know. I didn’t do go stand in the streets so you can all stop asking. I woke up at 11, watched it on tv and started drinking at noon with Nicola. Every time we had a drink we’d say ” To the happy couple!” So there’s my royalist devotion. God save the queen and what have you.

Been swimming at a local health club as not to be fat anymore, but then I went and got a tattoo which all of you probably saw on FB so  that’s put the kibosh on that for awhile. Suppose I’ll have to buy running shoes now and run. I hate running! But this jiggly fruit has got to go.

I eat more hummus now that I ever have before, if you can imagine that. I have a fucking frequent buyer card at this place called Hummus Brothers, they serve hummus, with fun toppings. It’s like the place was made for me.

Satisfied, Paula?

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FYI: Alissa will be here in 24 hours…and Charlene and Janelle 72 hours from now.

God help the UK and Amsterdam, that’s all I’m saying.

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