J-Si’s Blog: Sleeping face to face with Big Al Mack
J-Si’s Blog: Sleeping face to face with Big Al Mack

Ellooooooooooo! That’s my attempt at a British accent. We made it to London, and guess what? It was way easier than I thought it would be. The lines at the airport were all short, the airport here in London was actually not crazy at all, and I got through immigration (shout out) with no problem… which is normally tough to do when you have my name. ha!

Al ended up winning the roommate lottery and will be sharing a room with me for the next few days. The beds are pretty much touching, so I felt like I was sleeping in the same bed with Al. Every time I would turn and open my eyes in the middle of the night, there was Al’s face. Mouth open, slight amount of drool, and a hearty snore. Good times. He probably had a deep sleep because we hit the town searching for the K-Ras. We never found her, so we ended up going into a Tavern. We were greeted by the female bartender with this: “what’s up, mother f*****s?!” It was in a British accent, so it sounded awesome. So we stayed there, because of that greeting. By the way, there is no music, no TV’s, no dim lights. It’s a weird atmosphere, but I guess you are supposed to go to those places and chat. The other highlight of our trip to the tavern was being picked up by their 7 foot tall chef, Big Sam.

It was a long day, but we managed to get on the schedule here. What I did not anticipate was how much I would miss Cason. I knew I would miss the little guy, but I REALLY miss him. I guess he finally sat up on his own in the crib. We usually have to hold his feet down for him to be able to sit up, but Kinsey posted a picture of him sitting up in his crib 🙁 Missing the little things like that does sting a bit, but it’s only a week. I will try to live it up, because I don’t know when I will be back in London again.

Al and I got passes to the USA house somehow. So I am pretty sure we will be best friends with the basketball team by the end of the day… or we will get kicked out for acting stalkerish. One or the other.