Everything's changing

Another Friday night at home. Surfing, watching TV, blogging, updating MySpace and downloading music. I can't tell you how many of my Friday nights look like this. (Last Friday and the Friday before: exceptions). Having said that, tonight does feel different, like a temporary state. I just know that this is not what my future looks like.

London Bridge American-Style

Let me sum up yesterday in three words: I love London.

I took An American Colleague sightseeing and we had such a great day. Both nursing sore heads from the night before, we set off at noon with a Starbucks and a double chocolate muffin and just walked. The weather was awesome and we had no real plan. From Trafalgar Square to Bankside and all the way around again.

She was so looking forward to seeing London Bridge, and knowing full well she was mistaking one bridge for the other, I played along and took her to London Bridge. She looked at me incredulously and said that it didn't look like the pictures! I thought about spinning a yarn but one look at the glorious Tower Bridge behind her silenced me and I just pointed and smiled.

Free bar

Something monumental happened this weekend. I'm trying to imply by the title that alcohol was responsible for it, but I honestly don't think it was. It helped, yes. I can't describe what I am feeling. Perhaps it can be called Possibility?

All I know for sure is that decisions have to be made.

On the box

I was dragged kicking and screaming to John Lewis today. It wasn't the journey I objected to...I love taking the number 6 to Oxford Street (no really, I mean it); it was the purpose of the excursion that I objected to so vehemently. End goal: digital TV aka Freeview. Yeuch. Who needs 40 channels when 5 do the job just fine?

Like the iPod revolution, I swore I would never, ever be converted. (I now own a little black nano which I carry with me everywhere. See Pod Person).

Anyway. The little silver box was purchased, taken home, and connected. It didn't take long; before I knew it, I was scheduling my programs and ooohing and aaahing over the selection of channels. Disgraceful. I have again lost the battle against "things I do not need to be happy". How fickle am I?