meet the beehlers

If C has just flown back to the US without developing a keen sense of englishness then it's no fault of mine. I mean, I gave it my best. From day one we were off exploring palaces, having pints, drinking tea, wandering about London, and competing in regattas (actually that last one was just me- C was given the role of number one fan/official photographer: the first of which he excelled at and the the second of which he considerably failed). All in all, I think we pulled off project massiveladishization moderately well. At least, I think he finally figured out which direction the cars were all coming from.


To give credit where credit's due, C wasn't my only guest. L came all the way from Paris and I think I can speak for us all in saying that we have become much more cultured as a result. At least, now every time I see a Picasso car I think of L and other artsy things.

C and L were quite keen guests and so we actually ventured outside of Oxford into uncharted territory. aka Blenheim Palace, birthplace of Winston Churchill. L has mad skills in "making friends" with guards and whatnot and as a result we learned about all the places one is not allowed to go in addition to all the places one is allowed to go. Personal highlight for me was seeing Winston Churchill's velvet old man slippers with his initials embroidered on them. Jealous.

Clearly, such a trip forces one to embrace their inner lad. I mean, Churchill was quite the lad himself. And all those statues are quite inspiring. Other laddy excursions included fish and chips, Old Rosie, and GBK (Gourmet Burger Kitchen- no joke, those burgers are HUGE). Oh, and lots of chips. Gotta love those chips. Chips, chips, chips.


I could go on about what a great tour guide I am, but I'll spare you. Instead, I'll just end with saying that the weather was deceivingly sunny during this Beehler reunion and that C has just left with a fairly skewed perspective of British weather. Or maybe C wasn't lying to me when he said that he could control the weather with his mind. That would certainly explain a lot at any rate. Like all the freaking snow in Vermont.