First, I have to thank all of you for your tips, Pete and I actually took you up on quite a few of them which is saying a lot because apparently I will not do anything that Gwyneth hasn’t personally cosigned as Goop worthy.
Yes, that is right. My name is Bailey and I am a Goop-a-Holic. Isn’t that hideously lame? She just gets me every time with her prettiness (if you are pretty you get a lot more credability in my book, I am very shallow) and her smug pretension…and I have to admit, she hasn’t let me down yet! Woman nourishes my inner aspect.
But then I got my head out of my GOOP and saw London all on my own, with Petey by my side obviamente.
Mostly, we walked. A lot.
Said whatup to the Queen…
And scolded her for keeping her front yard untidy. Curb Appeal, woman.
We saw all the things we were supposed to see…
And walked around some really pretty neighborhoods. Or neighboUrhoods. Like this one, Wilton Crescent where Gwynnie herself used to live.
This house makes me want to paint Clifford black…
We stopped in some really cool stores…
And had tea, first at The Berkeley Hotel…
They call their service “Pret-a-Portea” and serve treats that they say were inspired by the above items from the runway…
I think some translations were achieved better than others
Like this particular “biscuit”, but it was all delicious!
We also got all fancied up and met up with my friend from home who is studying in London, Sarita, for High Tea at The Ritz which I vote best jam in London. Which is saying a lot, ’cause we ate a whole lotta jam.
Then one night poor Petey got food poisoning, so being the loving/doting wife-to-be I am…I went to the pubs with Sarita (I promise he told me to go!)
Our first stop was The Grenadier, tucked in a charming alley behind Wilton Crescent
Where we had a pint before heading down the street for dinner at The Pantechnicon Pub
An absolutely DELICIOUS gastropub just off of Wilton Crescent
Where I had one of the yummiest meals in London, of legit normally nast traditional English food as well…I would definitely recommend this spot.
On our last night with Petey fully recovered we got all dressed up and went on a hot date followed by grown up drinks at the Lanesborough Library Bar.
And then we woke up at the absolute crack of dawn and flew back to the old USofA. Where I am immediately heading to the gym to deal with Macaroon Baby I conceived during our vacay.
I missed all of my lovers in the blogosphere though, and can’t wait to catch up with everyone!