Wimbledon - Day 6
Another bright and sunny day. We chose to walk to the tube again, which is actually my preference. I saw the last trains run at like midnight, so I may even try to take it back tonight instead of the cab ride, just so I can walk around and really get my bearings. I don't have a good feel for where I am in the city, or how to navigate and the easiest way for me to do so is really to just get lost in town and have to find my way back. I still keep hoping that we'll move to some sort of shift based work, but I can't really say that will happen. Just starting far too late to really justify that.
I chose brunch today, which meant a grilled panini of eggs, cheese, and sausage. It wasn't too bad at all. Throw in a diet coke and it was a good meal for all. Definitely one of the tastier choices I have made this tournament.
As I indicated in the last post, I need to put in more pictures. So, I wanted to start with the first one today.
The statue of Fred Perry was relocated due to the construction work being done at Centre Court. They wanted to have a retractable roof put in (I actually asked if it would be permanent like a dumbass. Natural grass might like some natural light; here's your sign!) but did not have it completed in time for the event. So, one month prior to the event, they stopped all construction, got everything back to usable and then moved all construction equipment out of the way. Unfortunately for Fred, he's stuck where he is until the roof is completed and he can go back to his place of honor in front of Centre Court.
OK, not the best picture in the world to start with, but I had to choose something, and I didn't think pictures of the tube or local pubs was worth posting in here. Of course, I did take a very recent photo of me after my 50 pounds of weight loss while I was playing with the timer function on the camera so I will put that one here as well
I promise not to post any more of these!!
What a day! Somehow, play ran for almost 20 minutes past sunset. That means we've been at the venue again much later than I had expected. Now they are talking about wanting to go out, and that will mean hanging out here in Wimbledon village and carrying my damned bag. I hate that. Oh well, such is life. I should quit being a whiny ass and just suck it up I suppose. I called Colleen late here, but she was at work. The 5 hour time shift isn't easy, seriously. We both agree we are now terribly missing one another, and that the next week or more will be brutal until she gets here.
I still can't get over how expensive it is here. I am only allowed to withdraw 1000 dollars in a week, which sounds like it would be enough, but I have already withdrawn 400 GBP and the week will not end until Saturday. Of course, paying for the cab from the airport in cash hurt any chance I had in making that limit. I suppose worst case I can take everyone's cash and pay on the card, but that becomes harder to square when it becomes expense report time. I'll figure something out. In the meantime, I have to see if I can make it with just roughly 148 GBP left to withdraw and whatever is in my pocket. I should be able to make it, but it is pretty hard to tell at these prices.
Did have a couple of Jameson and soda at the Rose and Crown, but my heart really wasn't into it. That place is loud and makes me feel old. Plus, it is thick with cigarette smoke, and while I still do enjoy the scent, being surrounded by it gets bothersome. More whining I know. I got really lucky, as we were walking out the door, I saw a vacant cab driving by the front of the bar. I managed to shout loudly enough to catch his attention, and we caught the cab back to the hotel. In my room, I learned that the Boddington's cans are just a bit too large for the glasses in the room, and that meant I couldn't quite do the traditional smooth pour. Still damned tasty. Drifted off to sleep watching more junk sports (there are several channels here, so I caught competetive darts, speed small plane flying, and soccer legends playing Texas Hold 'em.) Should be a hot day tomorrow, so we'll see how it goes.
Cheers!
I chose brunch today, which meant a grilled panini of eggs, cheese, and sausage. It wasn't too bad at all. Throw in a diet coke and it was a good meal for all. Definitely one of the tastier choices I have made this tournament.
As I indicated in the last post, I need to put in more pictures. So, I wanted to start with the first one today.
The statue of Fred Perry was relocated due to the construction work being done at Centre Court. They wanted to have a retractable roof put in (I actually asked if it would be permanent like a dumbass. Natural grass might like some natural light; here's your sign!) but did not have it completed in time for the event. So, one month prior to the event, they stopped all construction, got everything back to usable and then moved all construction equipment out of the way. Unfortunately for Fred, he's stuck where he is until the roof is completed and he can go back to his place of honor in front of Centre Court.
OK, not the best picture in the world to start with, but I had to choose something, and I didn't think pictures of the tube or local pubs was worth posting in here. Of course, I did take a very recent photo of me after my 50 pounds of weight loss while I was playing with the timer function on the camera so I will put that one here as well
I promise not to post any more of these!!
What a day! Somehow, play ran for almost 20 minutes past sunset. That means we've been at the venue again much later than I had expected. Now they are talking about wanting to go out, and that will mean hanging out here in Wimbledon village and carrying my damned bag. I hate that. Oh well, such is life. I should quit being a whiny ass and just suck it up I suppose. I called Colleen late here, but she was at work. The 5 hour time shift isn't easy, seriously. We both agree we are now terribly missing one another, and that the next week or more will be brutal until she gets here.
I still can't get over how expensive it is here. I am only allowed to withdraw 1000 dollars in a week, which sounds like it would be enough, but I have already withdrawn 400 GBP and the week will not end until Saturday. Of course, paying for the cab from the airport in cash hurt any chance I had in making that limit. I suppose worst case I can take everyone's cash and pay on the card, but that becomes harder to square when it becomes expense report time. I'll figure something out. In the meantime, I have to see if I can make it with just roughly 148 GBP left to withdraw and whatever is in my pocket. I should be able to make it, but it is pretty hard to tell at these prices.
Did have a couple of Jameson and soda at the Rose and Crown, but my heart really wasn't into it. That place is loud and makes me feel old. Plus, it is thick with cigarette smoke, and while I still do enjoy the scent, being surrounded by it gets bothersome. More whining I know. I got really lucky, as we were walking out the door, I saw a vacant cab driving by the front of the bar. I managed to shout loudly enough to catch his attention, and we caught the cab back to the hotel. In my room, I learned that the Boddington's cans are just a bit too large for the glasses in the room, and that meant I couldn't quite do the traditional smooth pour. Still damned tasty. Drifted off to sleep watching more junk sports (there are several channels here, so I caught competetive darts, speed small plane flying, and soccer legends playing Texas Hold 'em.) Should be a hot day tomorrow, so we'll see how it goes.
Cheers!
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